Tiptoe travelling while
going upstairs of the building,
her snowy dress is waving
as she act like a ballerina.
Dancing at the rooftop
corners then go to the area
while sensing at the stars
in the gloomy resplendent sky
that wrought like a shape
of her perish love one.
The soul who cognizance
the presence of paradise—
jealous she, who's troubled
due of lifting the memoirs.
"Am I born just to cry
and suffer for all the years?" ,
she shouted at the atmosphere
with her soaked eyes.
No one answered—
just only the echoes of her voice;
lost, depression and solitary
are what she sensed
until there's a melody of air
touches her tan skin.
The artistic rhythm
whispered that she's not—
said the warm air that
kisses her lips when she pout,
A familiar one that
she experienced before.
"Are you my—" ,
she asked and cut
by the air's cuddle
and uttered,
"I'm yours
and your new
guardian angel."
I wrote this poem a long time ago-- I just want to share this with all of you.