I

Above me is the gloomy sky.

Oscillating clouds that I cannot defy.

Enriching serendipity, burying equity.

Nesting over a horizon, twisting cordially.

II

Avalanche of sadness crawled down the mountain.

A flood of tears from sky, flourished the haven.

Iced secrets, was shown from behind.

A rope to pull up rise, I can never find.

-Yanley