Softly it touches the pavements,
a hummed melody of wet cement
subtly fills the air

Voices of arguments
from people in the other room
trapped in my space

Memories of lovers
in the comfort of my bed
calms my fears

Eyes closed as I reminiscence
of my favorite person
and their dreams

One day it will be me
with the love of my life
singing, these words

By then I am hoping
that we do not part
in sad tears, again

Red lotus flowers
None favoured craze

One of them left
Into some unknown thread
Of miracles and faith
But miserably failed

They blamed the lotus flower
That became so darkened red
Because it failed to clean the mud
In happy Olivia's stead

The friend told friends
And they wept in regret
Knowing that betrayal
Was the truth up ahead

They all loved their dear Livvy
But no one saved her grace
When the muddy water drowned her
In a sorrowful embrace

Deny came from Paris
And rushed to secret base
With a flower in hand
A gift to a dear old friend

But they just looked,
"Olivia, is dead."
And the white lotus fell
Water splashed away

Silence came.