Innocent Days Poem by Eleven Lin

Again, the rain is ceaselessly falling.
The people on TV are too stupid to state.
In the fridge, there is a can of sardine.
Taking it out, I find it past it's expiration date.

Sipping a carton of milk, I lie idly.
The rhythm of the rain makes me nostalgic.
The innocent days deep in my memory
Are all colourful clouds full of magic.

The world exsits for nobody.
Every day sun rises and sets.
I always have a strong curiosity
To catch tomorrow's silhouettes.

Through the open window,
From the gloomy sky,
The soothing wind begins to blow,
Bringing me a pure feeling that won't die.

My room is a mess, dreadful and awful.
The light is shimmering due to the weather.
My mind is wandering about, unfearful,
Though the sky outside is full of thunder.