Wait

On the soil that it etch
View like endless stretch
Paved on the earth
Moving on that bloody  path
I realized she was in deep stress
With no way to express
Fress was the wound
Invisibly lying on the ground
In between cities
Where we lived in communities
Unaware of the pain
That she bear in it's reign
Moving through that way
Lying over the clay
I understood the Devine message
That my shadow was a mirage
Nothing that surround was real
Even my existence was virtual
My breath was fake
Just wating for the break
Over the funeral
Soul aligning with the immortal
Where I will fly as ash
Poring down with the splash
Stretching to turn sover
Growing flowers with many colour
Spraying glory with the ray
Where spectators would say
Its the wonder
It's the splendor.