Epitaph

I see the sky in your eyes,

And a silent storm inside, 

All the treasures I have dwells in you

In you, even my poetries reside. 

I had been standing by the sea,

For a hundred years or two,

A war afflicted loner dove 

Can find a home in you.

Oh! Don't you chase her away. 

With the harshness of a farmer's hoe,

Let her sink deep inside you

And find the peace that mankind owes. 

Let her words spread like a wildfire

Knocking at the door of mortal life, 

Let her flicker one last time 

Before the spark in her completely dies.