Reverse a Tempest
Albeit breeze does always come intensively, Its whisper does remain voicelessly as usual; Why does he still disavow his existence? Keep pretending to stand still behind his silhouette; Succumbing is the best reconciliation for him; To contemplate what he could yield for and not; There is no tempest with equanimity within; Like a perforated void devoured each loneliness within. When tempest grows up, breeze want to go from the beginning A bent knee hurts much less than a broken heart; Even after he finds that the world goes bad Should he let the wickedness devour him ?