A gust of wind that blows under the sky
The beauty that roams defined only by the colors of true love
Voices echoing louder than a thunder struck
Strip strips off a zebra's back
Fading hope for the vase that held it all along
Is broken and the pieces are over the floor
Deafening silence holding the ambience
Melancholy has an open door through
Tears won't stop falling
Love is a myth ,l wish l listened when they told me.