Ån amicable posture, eyes mild like the evening sky
Smiling through the street of childhood’s play.
Those hills, exuberant with serene beauty lies,
Breaks a soothing breeze that hits her face.
This pristine cloud that showers joy,
Fractures the sky with a rainbow’s blaze.
Her unbridled spirit soars high on mountain tops
And her fortitude is ever unbroken to the day.
A calm voice speaks to display her needs
Like trees rustling its leaves to say a prayer.
Here, where her emotions are expressed, within
Hides them, for none to see its glowing rage.
She manifests that power to glory, withstands,
Stops by a moment to gaze at the waxing crescent.
And euphoric nostalgia keeps striking once a while
Where freezing hands drain warmth of a coffee cup.
As though a still being captured in a colourful array
Cigarette, burning with breath, drops with the last thought.
Autumn drops leaves and chapped lips are made wet
Rhododendrons bloom, her heart is made red.
Abashment’s zoom, they are all made straight
No life is doom, where she treads。