And When..............

When the sea goes desert
there's nothing but dry
there's no seed to grow
there's no rose to smeel
there's no grass sways
it's just nothing

When the moon-night torn
it fails to reflect the shadows
just hold by black-cold-cloud
trapped
imprisoned
it's just nothing

When the colorful rainbow goes to a grey one
it's just a very pale face
there's no star shines
no sparks
bows down

I'm the moss
I'm the crying child
I'm the pale dove


I'm the 'nothing'
here...............


(Hamamah, 07072012)