"a pocket full of shells" is playing on my mind
under the scorching tender heat
on a white villa with a panoramic view of a sapphire blanket covering the entirety of the world

the sound of vigorous wind whispered to come and dance as he blew mini waves on the shore, they didn't stop dancing,
so does the trees and the birds that sing along
from afar the mountains are silhouette

these nature, whispered a secret at each other
a conundrum, only they- can understand
and humans trying to search for answer
that seas, mountains, the skies
become majestic to everyone's eyes,

but we only come and watch them for a while,
ponder an ethereal thoughts
in some way,
we find ourselves
there's something about them and they won't tell.
they'll keep calling for you to come,

but you still ponder.

Listen, can you hear?
The birds singing wistfully just for you
We are all mourning with your name written as a song
Together, we sing as the toll of bells
dance with the chilly wind
and we will forever sing it

You may not see your daughter’s swollen eyes
Or the little ones running and laughing above the ground
But your secrets are buried deep and will be forever keep
No, I do not just sit and stare
My aching heart will always beat for your name
And I will forever sing your song

Your flesh sat so neatly
and bones will sweetly blossom in the air
But together, you will rise as a seed that grows
You grew into a beautiful flower under the morning sun
You grew bigger as vines crawl into the gravestones
Weeds have sat upon and cover the bold carved words ‘you will forever sing my name’

We might have seen you somewhere, somehow
up, up in the sky as a tranquil bird
or under the ground as a water gushing
from the ocean's call

you are everywhere
and your name will be forever written as a song

an old song hidden from the trunk and voices, running out

Can you still hear?

people always leave without knowing
their footprints always stays

As the sun folds in half
the orange horizon blazed in the sky
darkness plunged
and cover the world

I closed my eyes,
found myself laying in the soft, moist grass,
feeling the weight of the earth
the humming of the wind,
birds singing wistfully
crickets hiding in their sanctuary

I am alone with the brimming moon
and the myriad of stars

all the flaws, imperfections and scars
became hidden from the dark

for once, my soul revives...

no one can touch me.

if you are a rose
I am the thorn
he saw the beauty
of your petals
he saw your bloom



you are the stars in the night
I am the invisible clouds
covered by the shadow and mystery
guess, you light up the sky



if I am a lake
you are the vast turquoise ocean
giving him hopes and dreams
something I can never give



you are the map of places that
he have never been
a place of beauty and exploration
and I am that place
the small place
he wouldn't dare to come back.