Chasing winds
of modest flowers
surround my house by the hour
I cannot stand to watch
the clock tick
every burning second
Chasing winds
allusions in my head
I see her more than she sees me
like a mirror looking back
the Blue Nile, she is flowing
the hour is still
Silence she sits
weaving her hair alone
timeless is her heart
priceless is her emotions
not even I could bye
I can only waver her buy.
I I...
Nature's seed planted within,
Coloured with flowers, besides green.
A calm canvas on her skin,
Even the winds touch her clean.
Standing tall in a blinded mist,
Words thrown at her like stones and bricks,
Her fragrance judged by envious beast,
None but the soil to cover her, at least.
With trimmed flowers,
She uses all make-up hours,
To sweeten the air that sours,
Attracting the bees that devours.
In a mask, she walks bold,
Smiles follow, without cold,
Friends not known, try to hold...
As all she is, is gossip told.
Plastic nature, is her will.
Arrogance has spoiled her appeal,
Butterflies no longer come to fill...
As nature is confuse with what's real.
