Long ago,

a bitter extract of my staggering remembrance,

riding on the rainfall,

flowed to the ground,

a drop at a time,

and the pure and unctuous land

had continued to erode ever since.

My cave deep within

is where only myself echoes

as a remnant of the past

midst of a turbulent erosion.

With neither paved road

nor light in sight,

the approaching footsteps

were vague as an ancient dream.

Whole-heartedly embracing

the darkness hard to peer through,

tens and thousands of tear columns

sprouting in Stalactites and Stalagmites

are etched with persevering expectations.

Albeit forgotten place for many years,

water so pure and incomparable

still runs through the place –

Deep Within.