Flow to the west,dear river. Tell my sun that its orange cover no longer hides the redness of my cuts. Tell it to burn me or to dry my tears. My rainbow is lost,deprived of life my withered soul is dying every second here.
It's not over yet, A zillion thoughts Yet unsettled, A million emotions Yet unexpressed , A thousand questions Yet unanswered, A hundred lies Yet to reveal, An alluring tale Yet incomplete; It's not over yet...