Morning sunshines ,

Hazle moonlight

Beautiful melodies,

Unpredictable plots

In middle of street

All trying to find
Something they
Have Thirst of

untold stories
Looking for
Their readers

Ash searching for
spark
To flare up again

Flowers, digging the
Ground to
satisfy their hunger

Sorrow, trying to
prevail
Over glee

A feeling of guilt
is in the quest
To defeat arrogance

Some beings , saying words
They never really meant

Just to lighten the
burden
That is weighing their
shoulders down

There is a strange
chaos everywhere

Surprisingly, this is
the world you love ....