The days are grey, enormous clouds
Don't plan to dissipate.
My mind is blurred and hands are bound -
I can't deliberate.

If only I could raze my words
Or simply take them back...
What is the use, if you performs
The grudge you didn't hack...

And now it goes from back to worse,
The Sun declines to burn.
My love, my air, my Universe!
Forgive me and return...

(07.08.10)