In this barren forest
where fires fiercely clashed,
I sift hopelessly through ash.
Though winds no longer whisper
and frail blooms have withered away,
I search again today
in this barren forest.
Blurred between the lines
of perfection and failure
I'd learned to hide this behavior
writing despite dried up rivers.
These words once flowed freely
now they have become completely
blurred between the lines.
I could find it again;
buried inside my heart,
a world of evergreen that sparked
art of painted lines and verses.
Perhaps not amidst these bleak cliffs
where I once never wondered if
I could find it again.
