I look away from my window,
Through the soft pallid curtains,
I saw the flourished blossoms outside,
Through the red branches of poignant autumn,
i touched the temperate but soft and dark ash,
Flying around me in the dust,
I saw the wrinkled skin of wood dying in the fire.....
While I was sitting on the hard shining rock near ,
The wild lake,Serenely sleeping in the trunk of forest,
I felt the vine springs creeping through ma lips,
I moved like the beckon of ocean,
In the quietly blowing airstream,
Dancing in contentment,
And startled by joy…
And in these happy days of mine,
I felt like breathing for ever….