ole ole poet godz

Agony, such an empty lame word.

Who haven't touched despair's hands?

Those broken, mended undead,

Assume pain's such uniqueness denied to hover the lands.

Feel what you mean, as we know.

Not choose to decline happiness' blow. 

For how long have we ignored such embrace,

Creating personas that are misery to conform.

Blazer of joy and fulfilment,

Doesn't it make you warm?

Laughter of the sky, face wrinkles as it smile,

Oh, yes, delight does make me cry.