They are happy for the pain it brings, it’s like a bird with an injured wings. it’s my secret place where anger and wrath were length.
My God why the joy is like a precious broken jade; conquered by cruelty while old bell rings.
But then I took a moment of silence and thinking; here came a night sublime to join the selfish happiness without her wings.. O no, and I smiled as I heard the chords of chime from despair, I understood it better... maybe anger and wrath rule at a time, but love and humbleness reign forever, and will always at night spreading forgiveness wings.
