Why don't I find joy anymore
I have no desire to do anything
The creepiest, crawliest, and terrifying place of them all
Unable to feel pleasure or any kind of happiness
Am not at ease hearing the whistling kettle,
The wheel rolling non stop,
The cry of a baby rush down like waterfall making an unbearable sound
Pata pitti pata, which spooked me
The eerie sounds seems to come from the midst at midnight
I am so irritated and longing for peace
Where I can run far far away
From the firm peace of the morning to that of noon
Croak croak sings the frog at midnight and the stunning beauty of the moonlight,
Which brings out the pleasant aura of nature's gift to man.
The dandelion in the breeze hover round me
And I long wish that I can augment all these
Paz Paz ,I said aloud as I feel it echoing
I feel so enlightened and overwhelmed with joy
Lost as my lips keep moving dramatically
Whispering so close to my ears
A bene placito, a bene placito
As I looked up again at midnight so glimmering and crystal clear
As I whish to see and say all these once I find my way out of the midst.
_lucee_
Some words used
Dandelion: a yellow colour like that of a flower
Paz: peace
A bene placito: at pleasure
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