On the other side lies:
Heading to the verge of light in the dark
to dredge his sepulchre.
For who knows, by tomorrow? He said,
Of what rain the fountain would pour.
On the other side, stucked:
A soul that has been sold for penny,
whose hope is being fueled by nothing but a single line of words ;
“Who know what tomorrow holds”.
For good might come my way, he said.
So tell the snake,
To not walk his path.
This is a rock without pebbles.
For legs with no nails walks not.
Oh!..Sit on the other side of terrace,
Is a prisoner of war: whose eyes might not catch tomorrow