Aster

Grab you, pluck you, and imbibe the staunched colors

I look o’er there, I look towards the stained ground

To me it seems an empty land ,to you a paramount forest

I resist the glorious shade of violet yet it seems void

How are you today, My Darling?

My summer coated umbrella grieves for rain

And these petals yowl like no night owl

I comfort them with my words

Yet words do not seems fit

I look above and pray to thee

Wash it down and comfort this sorrow

I see no sound, no wind fly by

My heart shut like a trap

I move away, far away planning for unplanned

I feel the drop, the moist within and the wet nose grabbed by the drops

Subtle Jolly and Dancing Flowers

Land of reclusive serendipity and mellow smell

A path of distinctive aroma and a treasure ahead

Countless birds and collective bugs, dandle with immense pleasure

These eyes are not mine anymore, it belongs here among these vast treasures

For a man forget what life holds

Not opulence or grandeur, a life seemingly calm 

With the dangling bugs and birds with flowers abound.