As the willow tree sways in a rhythmic beauty. A beauty that grow and begins to weep. The rain of tears that people shed. The misery of their sorrows. As the world turns into another tomorrow. The echoing sound of your voice. Deepens then you swallow. The thirst that you crave enlightens a path of mystery. Each sip turns your reality into a revolution. The imagination of your body. Engulfs me the echos and slowly swallow.
