A lifeless straw leaf, that has a fire to
ignite,
Pain of giving up in war, by a brave knight,
A silk stuff set on thorns and dragged to
free,
When harmony of mind, is nowhere and struggles
to flee,
A fragile flower is crushed and thrown into
the sea,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…
A lost dark cloud gusts by in the air without
raining,
Inner strength seems like entirely draining,
A soil that seems like a drought and
quenchless,
A glacier that melts and volume of ocean become
endless,
When breathing finds no space and made
restless,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…
A prince losing his domain and territory,
A novelist feeling lost in his own story,
Colors that get faded from artist’s art,
A missed target by a player from its dart,
A pain of shattered soul and broken heart,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…
The roots cuts from a green tree that was
flourish,
The floral smell split away from its own part
of nourish,
A soul separates from body for another start,
Loosing beats from poet’s poetry and rhyme,
It’s like tasting death every time,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…
