Finally

Finally

Do I understand what is to be lonely

Irritated

Why,

Is nature so great

Whilst being still and quiet

Whatever

Am I

To do ?

Please teach me

I am powerless.

Sunken Feeling

Sunken Feeling

Poems are but mere marks

Of vain resistances to death

As proof of my Existence

Dreams are such good thing

It is like watching a movie for free

I am the protagonist

Dreams are mellow

Dreams are like soft candyfloss

Reality is wine

It is at first bitter

Then once you are drunk , it is joy

But be drowned

And you shall be beaten badly

Such is a soliloquy of an amateur

A song of farewell

A song of farewell

From(The murmur of a girl with swollen eyes)

That day,

Though the sky was clear

thin clouds were hanging

That day,

I saw a Castle

Amidst of Buildings

It stood gloriously

Firm, Is the earth

Nature,as it was,was far too grand

And the warm light was far too bright for me

The town had not died

Sounds of passing cars

were lightly resonating

People were hastily promenading

Even if a father passes away

Nothing will ever change

Everything

Will just stay,

As is.