Cruel world of broken dreams
Where the beat solemnly smears
An orchid growing under the beams
With its seeds in deep rifts
An innocence marked by petals
Emotions flowing in tiny links
In chaos of stained hearts
So hard, so hard it breathes
Firm cells hosting a cradle of smiles
Quietly forgotten, afraid of touches
Stays still like fragile times
Shaken, yet so naive, fainted grudges
Up against grey drops of berries
Oblivions clearing the petty memories
The last echo of these empty leaves
For desperate souls in these mists