Half-opened mind- With eyes half-closed- Learns how to reason echoes- Scratching them out- In its lonely corner- On the wall--   Half-broken heart- it is half-full- With magic patchworks of my soul- That learns how to crawl- Through rain- Through storm--   It hides half-broken wings- With only question that is numb: Why's life so cunning- That in suffering we rise? But why in LOVE we fall?