Cruel world of broken dreams

Where the beat solemnly smears

An orchid growing under the beams

With its seeds in deep rifts

An innocence marked by petals

Emotions flowing in tiny links

In chaos of stained hearts

So hard, so hard it breathes

Firm cells hosting a cradle of smiles

Quietly forgotten, afraid of touches

Stays still like fragile times

Shaken, yet so naive, fainted grudges

Up against grey drops of berries

Oblivions clearing the petty memories

The last echo of these empty leaves

For desperate souls in these mists