Rhymed Poem (1)

 The Spirit

I breath under a thousand stone

I climbed with no hurt at all

And my soul would never blow

And the wind never let me fall

The throat getting drier in the water

And the sound just turned silent

Then what I heard was a siren

And it felt as light as flying feather

All kinds of sin were buzzing

Dark shadows approached and frown

The screams in my head got louder

And my dream let me drown

All kind of rose in the wasteland

Happily, let the light go

For the forever wonderland

I cut all the kind of flows.

-HANNI