SHADOW CRESENT
No more profound pain in this present,
It is a real gain in the shadow crescent,
Nobody's life is entirely free of any sorrow,
All you created without a need to borrow.

The mind always seeks to deny the current,
Intensity of pain depends in this moment,
Imagine the earth devoid of human being,
All we need is time; mind of a well-being.

And when we are gone, we are forgotten,
Without a trace, as if we never even existed,
And that's all, a simple love life in an oasis,
Well lived, fine loved in a mild silent way.

When a dwelling place has just lost its soul,
A wounded silence falls over a sudden goal,
None one will go further from one desert to another,
All the voices, wild echoes that all will be made later.
- Williamsji Maveli