Once upon a time,
Sitting in my own hide,
Thinking about the past…
Poison of sorrow drenched my every part,
Air of sadness, touched my every length.
Losing with my heart,
I was thinking soo fast,
Soo deep it was,sucking me to drown,
Also I was not trying to hold my own.
Throwing some stones in the river,
Trying to throw my pain,
I was thinking of past and then it rained.
Cool breeze blew and hit me hard,
That’s when I woke,
But alas all was then vain.
I found in my hand,
Some of left stone were gold without a pretend.
Lost my present and my future,
When I was trying to reacall my past,
This in every present changes its cast.