Remembering past times feelings are blue
A brilliant drop is falling near from here
But darkness night is crying only for you
‘Cause ebony being admires a black clear tear
Too plain is white sea as plain is this heart
Too dry is desert as dry are brown eyes
Too old skill as free Renaissance art
Too deep mind as dark valley without size
A beautiful flower emerges from land
It’s living, it’s changing, it’s growing
It wants to feel alive no getting mad
If changes make them anger or smiling
The things seems strange but lovely
Accept the inner true feelings kindly.
