Having left the one I adored trying to nourish a dried patch,
a lone spirit,
with no specific movement to rest and lay.
Getting up is an easy yet painful task.
No one there to lend a hand, I ask,
Crossing the lines of the nations.
Fake smiles and tied up motions
Had to behave like nothing had happened,
But something beautiful I was about to captain. The sail of the boat I thought had drowned,
Appeared again with a breezing resound.
A smile was enough to give me hope,
And it taught me how to cope.
The person joyous full of life,
Showed me the path for which I should strive. Amity grew and I craved for more,
But she had already said,
Even though it was sad,
But maybe someday,
something can be said and done.