SIBLINES

To the mountain of sand,
I told my story.
And in the end,
He remained unmoved.
Then,
To a drop of water,
I told my story.
And she became a rain,
Yes, down poured.
...And the rain flood into her heart,
Where I believed my destiny lied,
She stood string with me,
Like an unmoved mountain,
Held my hand in her's,
Made me trust in myself,
To move through,
The dark tunnels of confusions...