It's like..

Like broken ashes,

Leaves break like failed accents,

Words despise to speak,

And thoughts begins to reach,

Like counting stars between clouds,

I seize deep into my thoughts,

To find the rots and the faults,
Like broken ashes,

Memories continues to break,

Smaller...But greater.

skies

Someday I'll learn to soar with my own wings
To my own dreams
Away from the broken
and away from the weaken
futher with resistance
Where the stroms will guide
Far out, I will glide
With clouds, they will lead
Where I'll no longer mourne