The sculpture defies the very art of perfection. My puny heart longs to etch my name on the 'grand' rock. The sunrise and sunset - both a sunrise in one's life, a view which glows the heart within. Even the sun rays fail to. The river flows, bringing along the fragrance of nostalgic yesterdays, like wholesome wind bringing the aroma of newly blossomed flowers.
Love erupts in a burst.
I wonder who is my real love. Like a coconut shell flung to the corners of the road, I lie. That was what I yearned to be. Now my white is the hint of sorrow That which echoes the words 'cease to be'. My pleasure seems as if silenced into stone, where my past crumbles among the bleak rock.