for he only cries at night in the dark,

for his tears is not a show but all pain

no one could understand.

Firmament reflected in her eyes; leaves shading her face while some of the sunlight escapes through in-between; stealing a peck

Emitting a long-deep-audible breath like recapitulating the antiquity of her life’s melancholy

“I’m exhausted...” like the changing colour of autumn’s leaf.

The stars was the spectators of the very first converge of our rims as the moon illuminates us with its glistening azure blush as it steals a peek through the clouds on occasions.

Dear beautiful,
please don't cry
stop looking for beauty
in someone else's eyes
remember you'll always be
beautiful to my eyes
for you're beautiful on the inside
which can't be found or seen
in a blind man's eye....