I hear the birds’ soft refrain
That makes the dawn
fresh to meet.
I feel the breeze’s cold zephyr
...
i am a young girl passionate in writing since my elementary days. I used to be a school journalist in elementary but I had stopped the field in high school. When I entered college, i pursue to be back on track so i decided to be back on the course and became the Features Editor after the second semester. It's a long way goal, but i am happy with the fruit of hardships.)
Anxiety
A bunch of sorry for my mistake.
A thousand heartaches for my regrets.
Bucket of tears for my sadness.
How can I find serenity?
As much, do I need to turn the tide?
Turn back time, make things right?
Ohh...how I badly wish for that...
But reality doesn't allow me to.
What is sorry for?
Why tears have to fall?
Let the cold wind blow... in a corner,
dark as it can be...
where melancholy
Harmonizes with the unbearable silence.
Find wisdom in the peaceful room
of the unpeaceful mind.