And suddenly, a warm cut
plunged into the immaculate pulp,
while I barely glanced at the mutilated half.
Undeniably the sharpest silhouette
I ever faced, actually a quite juicy piece
of my five decades life.
The glowing full moon lit up the night
of my beloved memories in a packed arena
where overflowing faces are performing
sneers and winks, recalling the meaningful
frames that silently have been nurtured
by pure joy and plain sorrow.
Now definitely collapsing behind the silver lining.
The lighter part left, the greedy tomorrow.