I stood behind my deep breath with evidence sorrows leaking from my eyes, From next door a curious old poet walk by with a tongue of questions before I could reply he said "Don't drown yourself in your in your deep breath, because this world make you cry. Don't throw yourself in a den of darkness, to get eaten by the roaring nights, because this world is standing in your light Brace your face against the moonlight for a while, so this world see the glow of your smile. When the earth change shape and get flat again, don't dangle the edge, Live to let everyone see the grace in your style". As he further recite his poem I left go off my tears and held on to a smile. The final stanza of his poem end with these words " don't lay your wings down to die "