A crying Morning

                                                     A Crying Morning

As the dark cloud does not bring rain

 The bright day expels water

The freshness  is lost in hollow bitterness

He sits in the bed trying to capture the face

To see how poor he is

He is in jail heart without a lawyer

He is in a sick room without nurse or doctor

He likes having not feet to run

He weeps without a handkerchief

He is buried, tired, and lost

He only brings himself on the tears

He does not listen anymore the bird sings

He does not see the sun lights

There are no couple again in his eyes walking in the morning

Just a wet willow with him

And an exclamation of forgiveness