The way dry leaves become a boat,
for a struggling ant in a pond.
Words, help me!
The sinking of this heart I do not understand.
Can you describe it to me?
Words, please carry the weight for me.
Can you? Have you carried a load as heavy as this?
Pretty pretty words, tell me that this world has pretty pretty colours.
Persuade me to open my eyes to the promised rainbow.
Sew me a lilac frock so that I can dance carelessly.
Carry away this cloud from my heart,
in the flight of your pen for I wish to swirl lightly.
Why do I reap thorns when I sow roses?
Tell me the theory behind this truth.
Can you tell me in the coming season,
what seeds should I sow?
I wish I could tell you to record,
Of the good harvest at least from one patch of the land
But sadly you will have to carry the thorns
That I have gathered from all the lands I sowed
Pretty pretty words, tell me there is still,
some beauty in sowing good….