by Jaihoon

As hard as mountains it may thicken
As dark as night it may blacken
As sharp as sword it may hurt
As ruthless as hell it may burn

As it loses touch with the real Possessor
Fall, if you can, into the arms of a lover
And break free the flood of innocent tears
Captived for long in the eye-reservoir

And then that poor thing called Heart
Will return to its quintessential state

April 01 2014