Dawn has forgotten
forgotten its dew and mist
Leaves remain dry on that chest
telling us a new story
Fore is ended
Past is err
The life has suspended
suspended its shift
Rising sun has forgotten
forgotten its charm
Redness of the rose
it’s gone in the blues
The humane has fallen
fallen apart
Midst the ocean
the way is lost
The dead is speaking
but living muteness
Dreads of the gone
fears of existence
Dawn has forgotten
forgotten its dew and mist
Leaves remain dry on that chest
telling us a new story…
