Remnants of hatred spread all over
I see Men tormented by greed in awe
a wild patience is covering the dome
of endurance with the moss and mold
they made goodnes ashamed and pity
a weakness they made storm out
of dried tears confetti a corless
and odorless nacre
attached to her sole
barenaked feet she walked the paths
less trodden and I saw the another
meaning of Time
