The drop felt to my heart, pouring into my love.
Blade of grass’s hope sticking my corroded spirit
The faith become breathing hard, daisy’s petal picking itself
I went down knees crying for the last chance.
If daisy’s petals burned out I can see to starting a new way,
I yellow without voice. No I can’t see the new way.
The last loose leaf blazing and burning my eyes.
Blind man stretch hand to me- it is hope or vacuity of mind
I catch the worm hand. The air smell like ocean
opened eyes and saw- I was deep in tears