I once read in the language of flowers
That blue rose means overcoming the impossible
In nature, there's no such thing as blue color
According to the various scientific facts I once read

Yet despite the fact that blue roses never existed in nature,
I keep my hopes that someday it will happen
It is also my deepest desire to someday overcome the things
That I deemed impossible for me

As I am an avid dreamer sharing a sentiment,
One of the things that I once deemed impossible
Is a fated encounter of a man who'll bring me a boquet of blue roses
As they say, women has soft spot for flowers

For I am a woman who keeps dreaming
Like the symbol conveyed by the blue roses
I keep praying and hoping that someday, the blue roses blooms to existence.

I want to write a story
A story of the mundane things
Yet whenever I picked up my pen,
I can hear their voices

One say, that it is the painful voice of others
Recorded in my mind, as my anxiety
Replays it so that I won't continue
Say, is my story worthless?

As I'm shaking, kept erasing the words
I can't help myself but to keep writing
These mundane stories, this free poem
For I believe, there's no such thing as vain

For one, this is beauty
For others , this is insignificant
Isn't everything so nonsense?
That one sees it so differently

Say, my friend, is my view not in your taste?
If acceptance and rejection is the measure of my work's worth,
Then let me tell you, I am a writer
And as such, I'll keep writing