I am like a wingless bird
   traversing upside down in windless air

I am like a tuneless song
   resounding endless in remote hills and hillocks

I am like a wineless glass
   experiencing the sighs of all spirits hovering within the soul

I am like a springless season
   scorching, denuding and chilling in the inward docks

I am like a wordless poem
   making rounds in the hearts of love birds nests