The red bed of blood
Sloughed off the sanctorum
Dead and despondent
Robbed of the dream to nourish life
Depressed due to the unheard sound of the blooming heart
Dismayed by the disability to anchor life
Disillusioned by the burden of pain
Dead without purpose
Yet happily,
Flushes and gushes down
Giving way for a new aspiration,
A new hope,
A new intimate moment,
A whole new life or a whole new death
Embracing the cycles of life
Intrinsic in the wisdom of Nature
