The silence after(my) death,
Seize the silent mutiny before.
It's pure and sweet, for
the one who crave the repose
Feels the freshness of the first spring green
Now ready for a feast
After a long fasting..
The carcass is now cold and bare,
Dead heat with the castle in the air
Besieged by the feigned tears,
No more bluffing,
Yet , another fragmented view.
Now it's time to take
The remnants of an insolent heart
Confessed after a long desolation
Tried to tame the fragile joys,
bitterly failed to share the solemn dreams,
Without any fuss…...