Ascend thou while she sinks,
Why dost you blur contour, a lane that leads where I to be,
Where would you rather have me?
All slumber, I thine only existence.
Thy, a babbling Brook,
Winding uncertain nook.
Blind I, twig in thine robe
Where is your land, far- high, where does it lie.
Naked, striped off of fertility in thine hollowness.
Nostalgic feel I, have I been here or born just yesterday.
slither thou like a snake,
Plucked I from my nest,
When have you gone so far, why I stood at this side of lake.
Your tender silence grinds my impatience.
You fade, fade you. sad I, why? who am I?
Is this where had we part, leaving no trace in my heart.
Turned I, few step away where every thread tie to restart T.r
