Encircled with colorful and charming flowers
Allure a man of despair
A single step to the tender brink of the marsh
Makes him go into rapture
Wanton with the crystal water
Sinking down to the depth
Rave in the pure and pleasant vapor
Using up all his pith
Stick in to mine
Get chocked with joy
Casted glamour over
Feel pain with glee
Drowned in the bog
Of his own will
Too late to get back
Flounder in mind
To see a spark
Out of the mud
Endless dream or nightmare?