Now as the pain is receding
i can take a breath...

The fear of winter darkness sits quietly
the fireflies ceases to move...

Sitting on the riverbank
with the company of the fallen leaves...

With the solemn grace of night
came the wind and the red moon...

It was my favorite past time
Watching the flow of the mystic red river...

Human behaviour crossed the harrowed path
No kindness...

As the silky clouds trespasses
and caresses through the head of the hills...

Slides from the projection of life
Child, man and than a senile...

There's the laughter and a far cry
Soul confusing ! the air is not right...

Sometimes! Iam confused
whether to run or hide...