Love is pool.
This wistfulness I have drown.
Silence came into the room.
She lay her thoughts aside.
Gnawing sound harassed my heart.
I carry on my way,
meandering deep in wild thoughts
That are always roses, daffodil, baby breath and my Miss
Finally, I come out of the night
Her skin is fair, with freckled,
Contrasts her ambiguous appearance.
She casts a glance.
Went swiftly through the dingy area.
It may just take time—
Getting warm again after a cold spell.
But “time for tomorrow”, Miss.
Good Night
