I have lost myself
but found myself.
Nor I'm the whom.
Nor I'm a dull.
I'm a book
waiting to be read.
But sadly
everyone just see
what I have decorated
as my cover page,
my heart in pain.
But I'm not sitting down
awaken at dawn.
I'm proud
of the ones,
who helped me rest
in forever,
in peace.
But never
in you arms,
in heaven.
