Cries

There is a girl and she lives without joy

Her broken mirror just scaterred on the floor

How she couldn't paint her face

Could she still smile with tears in her eyes

Like a silky white scarf without any colours on it.

As she sleeps on her arms she does a puzzle

though her bed is gold with a rug of diamonds

Why can't she sleep as she closes her eyes

with wild butterflies in her little stomach

like a wild beast track with curve as of river is her only path.

Like a caretaker of a heavenly garden with beautiful flowers

The girl has been watering them like a generous waterfall

Yet the flowers still falling down withered to the earth

She cries again with frangipani in the morning

with bees and beetles long for the sweet taste of honey.

with all heart and soul the girl keeps crying

knowing that she sails in the ocean of fire

hanging to a candle boat with paper sail with strings

Like an old shady tree stands out its boundry

with crossed roots and bushes around it.

As she already knows of a broken heart

with words of no kindness she is now defamed

her heart is bleeding since it is full with splinters

As she tries to sing like a bird on a tree

She couldn't remember a single verse of her song.

Many tears have fallen down from her blinded eyes

She sees a white garden as the wind blows

She sees cloud as they are binding to one another

She knows very well it is no one to blame

So will the day be blessed with a ray of sunshine again.