Image is subject to copyright. Sat on my rooftop, the dusk's gentle heat warming up my face; I realized for the first That there was more to life than its chase. It calmed me down and as if quenching my thirst Out came a voice persuading me not to overlook this grace. I eavesdropped the sparrows chatting, As if making amends for the fight they had on their previous date: Nevertheless, all of it had an effect on me quite softening, An imagery of the remembrance with my mate. Swiftly as they drove in; the clouds left me staring. Good God! Was it a sign that it was all just a dream And my life is as meaningless as it seems. Panicking hard, my peace shattered insane For, long had I longed for bliss, ...
