That was a self-written story

A beautified but painful memory

Rainbows always appeased the sky

And stars enlightening every night

Swings dance with the butterflies

Making light spots on tender leaves shine

With the pigeons the dusts too fly

Pious eyes settled in this spurious time

Like crime they peep through caramel fence

She sings melodiously wearing the lily dress

The hemline seduces the morning dew

Her hair soft and gentle, like feather’s caress

The lonely adherent always believed in the sun

So it looks for fervor in the empty universe

On the ice planet completely off-course

Waiting for sympathy from distant warmth