• inside_leaf 10w

    Commander of the middle heaven is gone
    Space seems so whole
    He listen voice of opera
    It's not a matter of pleasure

    When eyes of choice cease
    Flowers exist with all its beauty
    Even the goodest judgement once destroyed it
    Try to hold ocean and poison it

    He hear old woman crying
    With no food poor people dieing
    Chaos of the earth penitrates the ear

    Commander is dead
    There is acceptance of inavitable death
    Mind is tranquil in midst hurricane

    ©inside_leaf