My Heart

An unmoven lawn
All its blossoms gone,
Still reminiscing autumn, though outside
Its drapes are already drawn.
Every piece fallen apart
Yes, it is my heart...

The ripples in a lake
That take birth without a break,
Though living only for split seconds
Great commotion they make.
A flowing willow song by Mozart
Yes, it is my heart...

The sky after a rain
Or numbness after pain,
So trivial like a child tantrum
That in the end has nothing to gain.
Irrelevant as a missed dart
Yes, it is my heart...