Sadness if you were writing if you were saddened I had a thousand stories All the heard Wherever there was The story of the short is The story of an old pain The next word is the world The story of a hundred books I have not reached I went to Moment by moment Going down Why not drop I am from the sea water So why was it and not being A from the world I dont want to stay bubble Abra I have days and nights thirsty and dry lips The driest desert in the world
