As the dawn glance at the window-like clouds,
As the sunshine peeks its way to my eyes,
My soul: tries to wake up from ill-lit shroud,
A water splashed, washed all the filthy lies.
Leaning down, faces the screen sleepily,
Endless clicking the fields as time runs out,
Yawning whilst breathing and staring blankly,
Mind refines the text, eager to quenched drought.
Anxious, bombarded with lots of errands,
Salty water runs through the four-function,
For the gazes were as white as the sand,
Silence spoke, startled in its reflection
Dusk quickly peeks through vanishing light,
Leisurely watering its soul to fight.
