- Snow won't bloom in winter again
to unripe a forbidden dream
seeing, what’s the last stop
of every stream
in the losing ways to sea
Are not you hearing the voice of Dead Sea?
Dead Sea's still moaning
Waiting the drops of love
Will silenced waves bring an answer roaring
of thousand words of unsaid things
thousand colours of unseen things
before withering concealed warmth
Then What my sorrowful heart wishes…
as a mellow love?