Let me tell you a story
of a young woman
winsome and wise

Once a small flower
bloomed into something
more beautiful than a whole garden

Someone who gives joy
in a world with so much
misery

A hidden diamond
exquisite and rare
treated more precious than jewelry

Once a blank paper
tainted with love
by her one and only

A daughter and a sister,
a friend and a lover,
and will soon be a mother

This is the story
of a young woman
winsome and wise,
special and loved.

An angel as pure as gold
once have lived, stories unfold
screams in pain in a silent night
everyday is a struggle for a fight

left the world as if it was the key
drowning on a seemingly endless sea
tried and fought to survive the race
but never knew the ending phase

your smile was the best of all
everyone, including me, would fall
but none of us knew your pain
crying day by day with the rain

i wish you nothing but joy and peace
enjoy the clouds of heaven with bliss
i love you dearly our precious one
rest in His embrace; know that you've won

A blue moon loomed in the sky tonight,
everyone watched you in awe
as you shined so bright.
Did you miss us, dear?

My love who now dwells in the skies,
your sufferings have come to an end.
Worry not about us anymore
for we're happy you've found peace in paradise.

Do come to us once again
in the form of the stars or the quiet rain,
falling gently from heaven.
Let us feel your love once more

We miss you,
but it is time to let you go
dance happily with the angels if you may,
fly high, precious one.

She really wants him to be her lover but the deity decided to set a game of love where two souls were born almost at the same time but in a different place. Thus, their love story remains unknown to the both of them.

She doesn’t really know what she looks for in a man but her heart aches for someone she doesn’t even know.

He reminds her of the cherry blossoms in spring when she started falling for him. He reminds her of the rain and how it falls down just like how her tears would. He reminds her of a sad love song just like their sad love story. It’s like he’s actually there but she’s unable to touch him.

She knows she can just find another man to begin her love story with; someone she knows, verily. But the feeling won’t be the same.

She can’t seem to fathom why she loves that particular feeling of loving someone unknown even though it pains her. Indeed, she’s trapped by the love she has, only she doesn't want to break free.

How astonishing it is that an unknown man is capable of making her feel that way ― that no man she knows had made her feel.

She wants to find him and end her longingness but she doesn’t know how.

Even if she walks his street, they’ll less likely meet. It doesn’t happen easily. They’re not in the movies. She doesn’t even know who is she looking for. All she knows is that he’s there when spring comes, when the rain falls and when a sad love song starts to play.

Still, she’s uncertain if she will ever meet that man but maybe... that’s how the deity wants their game of love to be ― to remain unknown.

But no, she won’t lose to the deity’s game. She will find him and she will end the game. Their love will bloom in a different season. And he will no longer remind her of the rain and the sad love songs. He will no longer be someone unknown and they can finally begin their love story.

That, she promised.

It was in spring when you ― a complete stranger ― had melted my heart, uttering sweet words to your mother whom you've missed. And I thought how eerie it was that a stranger can easily tug at my heartstrings. Everyone loves their mother, so what makes you different? That remained a mystery to me, but perhaps it was the words you chose that enthralled me.

Still, in summer, I gave my love to another. That didn't close my doors, though. I still wanted to know you.

Autumn, then winter came. Seasons pass by quickly as I, too, quickly grew fonder of you. I count the leaves fall from the trees just as I count the times you've made me laugh. I watch the snow fall from the sky just as I watch you and realize... I do like you, dear.

A year has passed and I got to know you better. This time in spring, I started falling for you. You've melted my heart once again when you sang to me. Your voice that holds so much emotion ― how mesmerizing you really are. You never cease to amaze me. And perhaps that's the reason why I was bemused the first time.

Who knew it was the same season when you first knocked on the door of my heart? Now I'm finally letting you in for I know the answer this time ― I do love you, dear.

This time in summer, I didn't look for another and gave my love to you, wholly. You truly know the way to my heart.

But nothing can compare to the love that bloomed in spring ― the time you had enchanted me with the euphonious voice of yours. Just like how you sang to me, “I'll be the spring to your smiles,” for you are my only spring love.

Flightless owl 
Who knows the dark corners 
Of night sky like the back of his hand 
His protruding eyes no longer shine 
To keep this darkness aglow 
Ah Sky, this mourning widow
The evil surges through her blood
‎And removes each star like a brushstroke 
Only to leave scars all around her body 
This life is poor, ******! 
A burning hell with no flames, no light 
To keep this mess together tight! 
Darkness speaks, and the owl sees. 
tragedy occurs out of hand 
And out of place 
With no good hands to keep it safe
With no trace to track 
This world runs amock 
Oh‎ this pain never ends. 
And sky cries ever louder..
Tina RSH ©