Poetry flows out of the earth

Like it's meant just for me.

Fraction of seconds and it's all gone,

No more impurity.

The wind carries the touch that I crave

But has no empathy.

City lights dim the midnight twinkle

And I wonder where I could be.

Morning dews wither just like human bliss

There is no mystery.

I've always sung the poems that you wrote

So where's my dignity ?