Bitter
Bitter


Thinking, thinking
Dreaming, Dreaming
An ocean of wealth
To be on my palms
Staring at stars
To be lit forever
Crazily; peeps over the moon
As if to murmur
Minutes pass away
Mirrors haunt on me
Loitering; Wandering
With inkpot and papers
Head cracked; pieces
Shattered; penniless
Bones laugh; in cracky noise
Life; a ghost castle!