Vaka

There’s no wrong in the words
There’s no fail on the expectation
There’s only a empty room and Forgiveness
At the dim rows of canvas

Will the sense come into notion
Will the body hopeless to the answer
And when the shadows direction is disappear
Only the eyes who is will be answered

When the roots there’s no in the land
When the leafs there’s no in the branch
And there’s only a hot sense in the mind
Which is cannot be extinguished

When the crude cloud is dimming the eyes
So, there’s will no laughs
And the night will come without a hope
Only your lights that has seen obviously

-RGP-