Say It

silently mocking the crowded memory
of the gorgeous fairy
which never showed up
even when the joy blew up 

say


in this lonely melody
all those dancing sparkles stopped
hearing a shout from the extended paddy
and the rain stealthy dropped

what would be denied
if there's no more shadow followed
by greedy gleam

please say
say it

that nothing will not be laborious
when the arc is curious

Still and All

It's raining, my dear, as the cloud cries for the thirsty sands in the dark jungle which never asked why the waves washed away the compassion into untouched mind.
It's freezing, my dear, as the angel walks away from the icy path without leaving a guide needed by those who missed imagination from their daydreaming.
Thus, my dear, it's a never ending story when everything always changes and denies the past for the unfold future. 
Still and all, my dearest wandering mind, I keep writing as the rainbow beautifies the faded shadow of our own.