Agony may full the basket of your heart
And in you,  tears may solemnly resides
Do not to be confused about the cure 
Burning it in its expression will be a pure art 
But it's to be revisited in thought burnt of words' fire but besides, 
Renting to score it for gain will be the best manure

The loneliness of this moment
Is sensational to my muse
That clouds orbiting for nature's observation 
To notice the nature's aesthetics silence
In its glorious abandonment affluence  
I love the best friend I have off frustration

Bless this free psalm 
Mute in  modeled pose
To enjoy the chill so calm 
And awesome scent of seeming blue rose
Design to oxidize my  world
Which the breathes of my heart awesomely twirled