The flower of her grief- Mari Gold

Heavy rain drops, sound of gushing stream, across her humble abode, dawn is nigh yet distant, she sigh. Awaken by her woes, daybreak surfaced, the sun shone brighter then ever. Past her window, she glimpse the meadow turn gold. 'Mari gold' she yelps. - Paradoxical humane

SO I SAY GOODBYE

The last time I set my eyes on you You were the brightest star. I roll my eyes back to my present And see nothing but a hollow scar. The last time I heard your voice You seemed like a beautiful future. But you’re no less a greedy, Old and ruthless suitor. The last time …

The Sun Said

I went to the sun for a favor and asked it to shine only for you. To grant you happiness when you're sad, bright yellow 'midst so much blue. But when the day decides to end and the sun sinks, I give you the moon as a reminder that my love will never fade. Though …