Strings of freshness
A cup again, starring darkness
Simplicity of consequence walk
A flow of imagination in stock

Again a flower sings
Buttercups and daisies
Rings

Nothing nothing
Something something
A nice sleep
Needed
Many a times
If so,
A new dawn
Waiting
Beautifully
To
Rejuvenate
A
New world of possibilities
To walk
To and fro
Let's
Rethink
Cheers!!

~
Her sweet dewed her fringe
to her forehead.
She had nibbled on the
ivy with leaves of gold
which she turned to powder.
Her eyes filled with passion
as she cups her hands to
drink the flame-laced
syrup born on from
Falling moons
~