Still waters run deep

My Soul"

Samsiami   

Shall I compare thee to a butterfly?

When in joy, your fairy wings take you high.

When in sadness, you just stay and keep sigh.

As for your tears say: good bye.

And as for your troubles say: you must die.

Listen to your reason and open wide your eye.

Say the truth but don't lie.

And you would keep cry.

My soul, you should try,