She

The Poet Screamed:

She is like water;

You love her;

Ready to be drowned.

She is like air;

Try to catch her;

Nicely escapes.

She is like stone;

Difficult to carve;

Patience is the key.

All that is wrong;

Earth is the right word.

Dig in the right place;

Seed in the right place,

The fertile land,

Of hidden stories.

She smiled :

How is he?

Is he the same?

          Poet silenced without a gun.