Crank up the music box,
As you hear the whispers of the fox.
Hanting down your wildest dreams,
A decade and eighteen would come into the new wind.
Hair flows in the wind of the sea,
You'll never find another one like me.
Soon we will be free,
We will live in our own fantasy.
A new journey will come.
Getting ready for the new run,
Maybe I'll meet someone.
The only thing I want is love and happiness.
The cascade of proses,
Would grow a million of roses.
The glitters beneath me would shine,
All the colors wold light and the world would rhyme.
You are what you love.
YOU ARE READING
elegies
PoetryA collection of my poetry and lyrics that I made during the quarantine. Lately, this became my diary. This is composed of my dreams, thoughts, feelings, and fantasy. Some of them are canon, and some of them are based on my very own experience. Somet...
