River of Tears

The black clouds of depression raises it's ugly head once more,

The starless sky never speaks but run to catch the hiding stars,

The dark forest next road is calling my name for help,

And the outside people seem to be afraid of the dark forest.

Dark forest,

where the blacks had hidden the whites.

Where the immortals became mortals.

Where the scent of roses became stench.

But sadly, where the beautiful river became waterless. 

Last night, the dark forest's last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left it's ovals echoing in my ear. I went down the green woods  and saw a waterless river.

He told me that the sun's love was harsh that it easily dried up his love potion.

He told me that he called A,B,C names but never seem to get any help.

He told me that two drops of my tears Would make him a blissful river.

And he told me that a smile on my face would change the dark to an enchanted Forest.

Sooner, the first drops of my tears came from my left eye down to his cheeks. A smile was what the dark forest has ever needed. And at one blink of an eye, I realized that his flows were a masterpiece. 

The blithesome clouds of liveliness raised again in a long time.