Untold Words

Eulogy

when small morning lilies wither
i forget the whole geometry of life
how one, may fall
but somehow comeback to life,

grass spares and blade
hallucinating in a lucid affair,
bounded by the fast pace of nature
i forgot how the lilies started to flutter

when one lost something,
havoc filling in their head
one forgets the pure meaning--
love redefines all odds