Water standing with its fired up feat,
It’s far from warm
Harmless waves eager to charm.
Sky looks empty
For nothing, woos the water bodies
Of the sky and the earth
Freezes the wind, silence
Breaks in the heart.
A writer was trying to write;
That which is already written
Painter trying to paint,
In the middle of black and white
Of the vast blues,
The stealing of clouds and waters
Appears and withers, continues.