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.