When your embrace envelopes me,
I'm forever within your protection.
And there is no place I'd rather be
than between your arms of affection.

The bluebird buried inside my heart
flutters whenever you surround.
And through your sweet sincerity,
it forever sings Freedom's sound.

Dusk paints the hillside in a subtle orange glow, the colour so warm
it reminds me of a summer long ago..
It was only yesterday that we were playing with each other,
now we listen to the kids laughing in the park.
Dusk paints the hillside in a subtle orange glow,
It reminds me of the last exam on a Thursday or Friday so,
We were growing up with each line we wrote with our pens,
Filling the blank answer sheets,
Listening to the kids free and wild screaming outside
brought back memories of innocent childhood life.
The sound of glee was from somewhere nearby,
Yet I still couldn't trace its source.
Maybe it was my younger self blessing me with her glow.
It faded away as I stapled my sheets,
The fate was then forever sealed,
and now the sky is turning blue.
So what? Golden wheat ripened in the fields stands tall...
A blazing summer awaits me, youth is still to be lived.
So what if childhood is forever over,
We were in that cramped exam hall, writing our names on our sheets,
Painting our futures with ink bruises on our skin.
Dusk covers the sky in a beautiful tangerine,
Reminding me of eating oranges
Grandma peeled for me
while the afternoon silence went on and on
like life often does...
Nights will linger in Nostalgia,
perhaps I will fall in love with a stranger...
Of course I will,
it's my first summer of freedom.
The sun is setting on a glorious day,
somewhere it's the beginning,
somewhere it's an ending.
In my story, it's an ending with the beginning.

Swanlight shatters dusk,
fractured gold on silent waves,
love sinks, sings, returns.

Her beauty is breathtaking,
As she lies strewn on the cursed ground
Raven hair touching and staining the azure lake.
She looks like a tragic romance novel personified.
Hands bent at odd angles,
Dress a bit torn.
It seems she simply got lost in this forest,
Her once pink lips are now disappearing as maggots crawl out of them.
Did she drown in this harmless pool?
There's no blood.
Perhaps she just let go..
Even in death, one can look so pretty..
I can imagine her youthful smile, now her skin is forever frozen.
Did someone come looking for her?
Or did she slowly disperse in the wind?
With nobody caring where she went away.
The sunlight casts a golden sheen on the lilies floating in the pond water.
The now dead woman was perhaps an angel crawling out of the water.
No, she is not a woman.
She is still an angel,
Sleeping peacefully.
What a pity, the cool ripples of the water that once seemed inviting, just suffocate
At the end of the day.
What can give you life and beauty
Can also **** you in the blink of an eye
And that too ruthlessly.
To float in the water,
Like an angel with clipped wings,
Suspended by the weight of waves..
May seem like the dream to live
Until the waves crush your lungs, stop your beating heart, make your skin pale and mark bruises on your hands.
What might appear beautiful,
Can also be hollow and empty.
Beauty consumes and claims its spot without any mercy.