Why do we mask our pain?

Because it has never been more painful to unveil it

yet left unnoticed.**

--- qyf

In our hearts,
There is dust, there is snow
And what we got, its for us to know
But with this, I know for sure
We all deserve a sunshine to grow.

-qyf

May it be known to you that
my pen runs not to please you.**

-qyf

I could still feel him,
therefore,
he's here.

-qyf

I saw the grass bowed when the wind blows.
And saw my beau beside me, welcomed it with awe.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms so wide,
Embracing the wind, like a groom embracing his bride.

He reached for my cold hands and drew his face near,
Felt his life as he whispered to my ear
"Dear, when I die, don't ever think I abandoned you
I will summon the wind to hug you when it blows."

Those scenes awakened me in the middle of the night
My dream killed me in dreadful fright
I remember the horror I had yesterday
When the wind blew and snatched him away

Before my eyes, I saw him fought and strived,
Before my eyes, I saw him breathed his last and died,
My spirit so filled and whelmed with morose,
As I threw into his tomb a fresh picked rose.

I cried and buried my head to my pillow,
Then I heard the wind knocking at my window,
I opened it and welcomed the wind with tears
I closed my eyes and spread my arms so wide
--- I know it's him, my Beau, my Dear

-qyf

I have been living
with a stranger,
whom I call
as- Mom.

- qyf

Love slips
through the heart wall's holes,
and settles with
the dust in the wind.

Many have tried netting,
collecting some pieces
of my piece
dispersed into the vastness.

But sooner, they all
let go.

Thus this love remains,
whole, but, scattered.

-qyf

Windows opened pale
as his eyes fixed on me
without love he used to stare.

**-qyf

To fly,
you must have wings.

But literally speaking,
humans could not have one.

So wake up, set up your ladder
if you are determined to get there.

Or wait for your wings,
while others seize their dreams,

Or take the place that
could have been yours.

-*qyf

write,
the way hand-writings
are distinct from the other.

- qyf