thought world is bitter
bitter with lies, sour of miseries
when the naked truth was invisible
nah, by any means seemed different
it wasn't perfect but it was enjoyable
the burning sun out of nowhere
became the beauty of bright
the once chirping birds voice
turned to be angelic as I wake up
the rain causing floods still has  power to bring smile on farmer face
the age that grown playing songs
and the unknown faces
which made memories
wasn't that bitter, just unpleasant
yet delightfully sugared with laughs