Depths Of Despair
The Dominicus is ardent, the day is clear
The wafture of the sea is tossing without fright
Firoza rivulets and snow capped mountain wear
The scorching noon’s majestic might.
The kindling of the sparks of an ocean
Lights up from its illuminating motion
The people around with celebrity, Aroha and leisure
Grinning they exist with pleasure.
I wish to lie down like a weary child
In the world’s depths of despaired storm of mild.
I wish to weep to my life with no care
Neither have I found any shoulder to get it share
Nor a palm for my hands to bear
Are there any capitula to get it hear?