Our so called "heart"
Is so delicate,
That we don't need,
Big boulders to cramble it.
Our so called "mind"
Is so delicate,
That we don't need,
Many mouth to disturb the very sleep.
Our so called "eye"
I so delicate,
That we don't need,
Many cramps to enter it.
Our so called "existence"
Is so delicate,
That we never know,
When and how will it fade away.