a seed of hope

 the empty stare tells

that the half of soul has been broken

as twig which dries by the sense of longing

which falls on the land that barren by disappointment

the passion flies along the wind of remorse

leave the broken petals of love flower

which strewn on the mat of waiting

that has been shabby by the lament of suffering

now just a seed of hope that remains

hiding under the leaves that rotten by sorrow

let tears of sorrow to watered

until the flower of love bloom again