Words from the heart. Thoughts from the soul.
I met someone, / Someone who seemed special to me.
Ever seen yourself, truly naked? / A body without fabric,
Home after ages, / rusty door hinges creaked,
Crescent is behind the clouds, / And murky to my eyes,
The art of losing isn't hard to master, / Try to lose your ego,
After months beneath the southern sun, / I've come back home, my journey done.
Today I'm here, / Tomorrow this may not be the case,
A stroll on the terrace as the day grows dim, / Crows convene in a twilight hymn.