with the arrival of thebspring,there's a chance for a self care emotionally
I feel the lantern light,,,
of the white and the red curtain,I  feel the beats of the wind
crawling however the huff and puff
howls the wind,,,,
in my little room I feel the unicorn feel the hammer beat of the breeze,
on this overwhelming contentment,
it's nostalgic and inside the shell of the autumn so near so far.

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

Life is whereas
Amidst a chaos
In the ocean of your willing.

Self-love is a sacrifice,
Do it.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.