Mid summer's sun emerges
And the petals get withered
Stalk standing with boldness
Without wiping any tear
...
I view and dwell upon beauty,
where my focal length ends.
Image upside-down but
by translation straight.
...
Let shyness let you go
And boldness let you glow.
Hold my hand to cross the line,
‘Cause in a moment you'll be mine.
...
This love is
Penetrating through my veins,
Freezing my soul,
Jamming my system.
...
Thumping deep, deep
I feel a poem inside,
Wriggling within the membranes
Of my soul
...
Withered Flowers Never Cry
Mid summer's sun emerges
And the petals get withered
Stalk standing with boldness
Without wiping any tear
Internals dying
Like the setting sun
Dead as dry bones,
Murdered by the heat
Soon the sky weeps
With a loud scary voice,
Moisturising the earth
For it was once dry
‘Withered Flowers Never Cry'
They stand tall and strong,
Telling you of their joy,
And they are never wrong.