Desperateness stinks,
in this worthy life,
darkness shrinks to the horizons,
of the hills.
Tomorrow will bring
a new spirit.
But today I shall sing,
glories of the fading sun
‘cause when darkness,
wraps the earth,
stars are born,
the moon too glows,
when darkness reigns, its heavy chains.
If life would have
been bereft of thorns,
how would have men known
the pain of bleeding, the masochism of toil and
the pleasure of getting
ambitions that somewhere once stayed
in eyes inner corners,
that once breathed,
in days winter.
Toil makes home,
to pleasure’s throne.
Struggle is but a lesson,
that each battle can be won.
