Yellow and lime
Distinct in rhyme
Have raised their heads before their time
Wordsworth's words sought in kind

Intent rearranged as the gaze has changed with age
Do Daffodils cheer me up?
Not so vast in a public park

For experience raises expectations
or am I the holder of a colder heart
further inline set to depart

A voice stored inside reminds
with a twinkle in his eye that
'Variety is the spice of life'

Isn't it amazing?
How a picture
Could bring back all the memories from that moment.
Just take a look at the picture
And all the memories come rushes back
All the little details
Let alone videos,
Both stores memories on its own way
Both painful
And happy memories

As we change ourselves,we waste time.
Never realizing,we are perfect by what we may become.
We are saturated with society's perspective.
Propaganda tells young girls to cover themselves,to become someone else.
It tells young boys to stop imagining about their visions.
Children are persuaded to be content.
They cannot be free until they can be themselves.
        Propaganda by a running chauvinist monarchy.
Eve was reluctant to taking the fruit,but she did what was right.
In the end,willfulness,saved us all.
Doing what we want and loving who we please.
Forced to hide everything.
A tiny brown box with latches,inside,we are stored.

Over there I played and                                                                                           Over there I was raised ...                                                                                        That haunted palace was up-stairs and                                                                 My old school was down-stairs ...                                                                           I spent most of my childhood                                                                                  Over there happily and gladly ...                                                                            The green grass , the cactus , the orange trees ,                                                     Those egg-plants , these green and red peppers ,and                                            Those pretty camels were over there ...                                                                   The tin houses were installed for Those poor people who lived over there ...                                                         It was a long , long time ago , but                                                                      That Patos Orchard is no more over there                                                         Simply because they replaced with some                                                          Other buildings ...                                                                                                That Patos Orchard is only stored                                                                      In my mind ...                                                                                                       I am still alive to document it for those who know nothing it                          About it ...                                                                                                             The Patos Orchard is real and I am real ,but                                                     Now it's no more ..................... .                                                                          ___________________­__