You emerged,
Bathed in élan,
From a molten pot of moonbeam,
Like a tiny bird,
Who has lost its path in the
You danced, you laughed, you talked,
You walked,
All the way from heaven to hell,
Dragging me with you,
Holding me clumsily on my wrist.
I couldn’t speak a word,
I was awestruck!
And then I woke up one day,
To find the rose withered away,
The thorn pricks my heart,
Day-in and day-out…
