When I had a feather in my hand
they arrived in my sea shore
to wage a war
When I had only kindness in my heart
they arrived in masks of blue to chase
my soul so pure
When I had only flowers in my basket
they came near me to haunt
in coal black ink
Now when I have emptied my baskets
I find an ocean cascading
away from the back waters
and silent tepid lakes
In that sea shore of mine
they got lost and forgot
what next to do..