Morn Greetings

Go on

By Edward Man 

Morn Greetings

Should I tell you about the story

where the river flows

The trickle of water has no gust to pass near my eyes

I seems too dry

Hard to color the insane

But I feel, you cannot

Hi flower of mine,

You looked so pale yesterday

Tomorrow never again

Should I tell you about the story

where the river flows again

No pain in the mercyful rain

O Lord, you have her now

Hang on you as Lazarus had?

I can stay any longer here

It is just a grave of my feeling

Morn

Morn

bye nothing to be weak

Life is a strugle, you said.

I promise you.

Go on. 

Feels like flying

you sleep on the ground

nothing else I should tell you

the river flows

life is going on

sake of our son.

Morn

Morn

But, I go on.