A Cry of a Weary Hope Hunter
The Season of Lillies unfolds
Nurturing bees and caterpillars goldstone
The sun, a rose, symphonies, all across globes
Hovering and wandering: where King of kings lays feet?
Naively wonders, sewing seeds of wretched wisdom
’till every single penny on thyself, vainly gulped
For ye faint heart is but a fatal dart