Sometimes I hate to fall
on the shoulders of mourning veils.
Spring melancholy inside me to grow,
hazy veil over the sleeping dream come March.
Dreams of the veils
they are my eyes had a dream to.
I sad one thousand poems
After a while but happiness must be allowed,
then everything that is beautiful to forget.
Rainy mornings, creates leaking futility,
raindrop window sill if it is dropped
create a new note.
Can one day be like your whole life,
and life can be one's day, but.
The bridge is visible and the invisible
the world to increase them.
Sometimes life is a struggle
ride the crest of the sea