The world swings letters
On jagged rocks,
Near an ocean, where wails from whales
Are the same sounds as the crying widow.
Love possesses dragon scales,
Covering the entrance of intrusion.
Beyond the wall that shields a person
From exploring the outermost,
And the wall goes aflame
In the current of disdain.
Swung on the piece of wood, hung from two ropes
Spell out hope to a forlorn world,
Brimming in seeds running from the ocean’s mouth,
As collision is the cruel decision
Against a shore that sought not for the kiss,
But for the hopelessness of barrenness.