The Holy sigh

Please, tell me how to survive

As the wind howls his keen breath

in a throbbing ulcerous thrive

a Time just leagued to death

The flowers shrink, afraid of showing

their blessful sincere  dress

while the nipping air is blowing

drowned hope and bless

How come such an adverse change

Is anxious duty hindering

in a nasty itching mange

full of dark thoughts string?

A ruminating mind ensnared

its cold decay around

like wildfire all flared

until that deadly howling sound

Please, lets find the centre of delight

where faith rejoices the breezy sky

and sanguine expectations feel invite

to freed the holy sigh
                                     mykey