There was this sound of
birds chirping
rain drizzling
children and flower petals
singing in the rain.

Jade green trees.
Blossoming like roses.
Booming lilies.
Nature into one.
Wet slippery road
made with gravel
leads into the
unknown meadow.

There was the sound of creatures
buzzling.
little eyes
blinking.
Awakened by the scent
of the brand new season.
Dancing like chubby
butterflies.
Like newborn babies.
With their little feets off the ground.

They all noticed.
And wore coats, hats, and boots.
Bringing multicolored
clumsy umbrellas.
Those finally come to use.
The air was still cold.
But its not like February
with a pump of warmth.

A crystal clear raindrop lay
above your palm.
It goes all the way
safe and
sound.
It was the same time
last year.
They say.
"It's Spring! "
in the air.

A tale my heart can feel as I say
Its sweet savor heals me completely
The excitement that flowed through my vein
As I hurriedly filled in the highway bus
That Moved  swiftly with the  buzzling of the busy street
My heart flows in relief
Knowing that,
The star that makes it merrier
Is getting nearer


The day flows in
Like every other day"
People would say
But to me,
It taste a bit more different
The sun sets earlier
A sign of a brighter day
I predicted
Felt the laughter of
The tree
The whispers of the grass
The bird chirps were inaudible
All gave out their  autograph


As the young day grew older
The merrier my heart went further
The flows that beats my heart
Grew louder at the sight of him

A warm embrace,
A deep stare that lits him up
And the mouthing of his whispers
"You're beautiful*
Melt my cheek with a pink blush
Couldn't control the smile
That flows freely
Unable to end..

The fun we had
Can't be compared
To the merries that follows
The laughters,
The games that brought much giggling
Those moments
That buried my worries
And the love making
That felt all new...

All but all
Gave me
A happy Valentine

Next,
I would say,
They would pay
I would write their loved ones
An epic eulogy.

Day ends
Nothing was funny all day
Buzzling  computer fan
Isak Danielson song on the background
And a widower, explaining her husband's traits

Maybe I was meant to write dead people lives
#leechyna

Glithering sparkling Oh! Hardest earth.
Highest temperatures equals your strength.
In 1 4 3 days you was all set for rebirth.
The buzzling flies  aren't  set for sweet moisture yet.

Twinkling moons, twinkling stars looking pinky white lights and bright.
Yeah sometimes in April not rainy.
When we weren't born with silver mouse wired up our umbilical cords.
A volcanic sound with beautiful slice of cakes.

A to Z my name is priceless princess.
Always hard at my own dispensing timeless.
Lovers rock will have my quickie even twice.
Diamond aries a priceless gem zillionaires.
April 3rd a birth of Gems on freedom world.