darling

The word has it\'s limit
But I don\'t.
T\'is like a river
a thick cloud of event
A striking guest with a scent
of lonelyness
In times of doubt
bring back the shattered pieces.
When your self creates an illusion of weakness
make it remember it\'s power.
And eventually
What is firmly established can not be uprooted.
What is firmly grasped can not slip away.
How could you possibly describe the horse above?
How could you possibly do that, my dear?
The word has it\'s limit
But I don\'t.