There,far on an unknown chasm,the horizon kiss the sea,in its departing moves rather like the deep console of mind touches the seriousness of a maiden heart in her yearning runs for blithe.

O’ Mighty sea—the mirror of our human thoughts,by the vastness and your depth; captivated all to gain an Earthly name and flown over our hearts with your emotions,secrets,the spirit and fall.

Laugh as much as you can,mad as much as you can,though it must be tough tight to Life,with a dream you have of silvery moon-lit tomorrow.

If I were a bird,I could wish a flight unrestrained, and without bothering my sadness.

And he has a Poet,but you are unlucky to hear that Pensive song.

Seasons,the sad dreams and happiness give,like in on end,the bleak summers bear heart-felt sighs of death that circles the grave;and church bells toll loudly so deep and drear.