Written: February 09, 2019
Tears run down my cheeks,
Frontwise of the beautiful mountain and field,
Blending to the cold feeling of breeze,
Here I am, holding my exhausted breath,
Making its own kind of beat.
Bunch of air hit my face,
Millions of memories race in my head,
Listening to the music of the rustling trees, Welcoming the warm sun rays,
Dancing together with the grasses' waves.
My hair's dancing to the blew of wind,
Pinning memories at the back of my head,
Solving the missing puzzle chip,
Drowned by the impact of casualties,
Flowing in the long maze of viens.
In my wrist is a black art stain,
Contradicting the pleasing color of green,
In my head is a picture of you; making me insane,
How dare you hold my heart's beating,
How dare you affect my needs of oxygen,
How dare you makes me rhyme on the field of grains.
