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.

on the other side, to the one and only particular tales of nightly, there's from the beauty, of a doll stuffed toys of,
There's a play of a big world from the elegance.
One can find a gateway for a taught entertainment.
No matter how I'm any occupied mind of that
There's an of peculiar way to tell a story of a world as an amusing.to have taught me.
It's a drama
Of a child's play
To stand out
And even a motion object.
I want taking that part of the easy to learn luckily of a daydreaming as from the child's play.
Marks a piece of the childlike manner of you.
To be learnt and having an efficacy of a world full of an entertaining.
For me
By you
Of equivalents
And that orb is one moment of reaching out for the writting to memorize.

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.