Water flows uphill, past
Meaningful nothing’s gate
Washing Happy City’s wall dead
Planting gloom in its stead.

The land in happy ignorance
Dances to sadness’ enchanting tunes
Dry waters penetrates Calm’s soil
Poking with scrawny fingers it’s bed so fertile.

Finding Joy’s seat, takes it, bed
Of Happiness, rapes her dead
Oh! Success’ groom, sadness bloom!
Mind is gloom, fate is doom!

Smiles sails to tearful land
Hiding behind cargoes of tears unshed
The land bustles with sorrowful activities
As dry ocean let loose its murky aromatic waters.

First published on Facebook on 2013-12-30 at this link.