Brusque strokes on calm white linen

A wave of serenity broken little by little

Into the night of the dawn-like smiles

Her house isn't somewhere I look forward to visiting
The streets are broken in places with garbage all around
It stinks, right to the almighty heavens, I think
And if it wasn't for her
I would have avoided
Going there
Altogether
But
That is where she lived
And that is why
It became my favourite place
In the entire world

In the entire world

My awkward steps
Beat a tattoo of regret
In my shrinking heart

The birds flew away from their nests

Their silent songs enveloping their abrupt farewell

Like an abandoned child, those lifeless straws

Soak the tears of the empathising sunset

Pink lip tint smeared on the cheeks
Sweet closeness beneath those cosmetic colours surface
Bringing forth the melody of spring

Rimmed with silver on the edges

Deceiving lies and unfulfilled desires

The shape of a teardrop

Falling into a rabbit hole
Plunging headlong into a colourful wonderful
The ecstasy of forgetting reality