and the bells ring deeply in the ears of those it plagues
who perpetuates the sadness that never ceases
sickens the atmosphere with the sensationalism of loneliness
for what is beauty, but the concept of others
again the trembles of sound emanate from its iron glory
deafening those who oppose its song
for what is she, but a dream

Look at you, discovering yourself for what feels like the first time. There you were, sitting in the backyard with a book you never had the chance to read, learning the hard way that you should apply sunscreen more evenly next time. Look at you, greeting your lover and welcoming new feelings everyday with open arms. Look at you, experimenting with colours other than the three shades of black you've always known and being brave enough to wear pink on your toes. Look at you, turning a bad memory into a much better one, you deserve that crown, queen. Look at you, taking matters into control

Scorching Sun
Caravan walks quietly
in the desert land
Camels in tandem

Sunstroke. Camel collapses.
Dies.

After night descends,
People gather for dinner
Meat served on a huge plate.

Beast of burden had become
a feast of joy!

There was no mourning for the
dead.