Life’s born from
the womb of the wise
With her, comes a
cheer
With her, comes a
sorrow
She canvasses to
the grace
Where’s the cheer lying peacefully?
In the vault where she leaves.
Where’s the sorrow found obviously?
In the dungeon where he crawls.
The conceit Ramses advances to light
the bliss of a little mortal
The bizarre breeze halts to see the sight
the weep of a severe mental
The firmament is expressionless face
that doesn’t
care but himself
He strides with
rapid pace
and doesn’t
listen as a shelf
Cheer comes with
the bliss
Sorrow comes
with the weep
They kiss in the
peace
On the bridge
where they meet
