A soft wind was here
Paddle the lonely root of doubt
Face the ace
Break the axe
Suspicious is too mighty to bend
As it was facing a silent death
Quiet and isolated
Invited sacred prayers
To be written into her book
Mistake and foolishness were made
But where was a light of remorse?
Malaya Roses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-lose-regret/
