Sad

I do not stand
good luck on the cliff.
Grieving quake
quite willingly.
I have traveled far and wide,
and arrived back to my roots again.
I have rotated in circles,
been looking for shade, which
feeling of happiness 
could understand.



Do not worry for me
I might be too early out
all gave up. maybe I
I get up on this yet
the Cupid spring, which
hit gets happiness somewhere.


In my mind's closed sails,
will once again harness
the power of the wind,
and the drying of thirst for life
water rapids rest.