Barren, it still buried broken banes

from ages ago, my good old heart

Fresh fragments fallen from fantasies

My delusions, now decoded and destroyed

Ecstasy, the eclectic emotion

Or if I may a mere facade

Horizon highlighted with harmonious harps

Unreal, the two, unanswered and unclaimed

Pathetic poppy plants protruding

Like my will to live or laugh

A shooting star stealthily spills

Broken and barren, just like me.