Longed for words,
Looking at the birds,
Gentle it may sound,
A wind gushed in the morning bound,
What made life significant, she asked?
As Breeze passed, she fast
She only sees above the ground
And she found a hound.
Sniffed all her spark,
Which she has been marked.
She’s tainted
Will she ask for help from her beloved?
Will she be accepted and loved, as she anticipated?
Or will she be left in the mellow as she dreaded?
Life is beauty itself
But how can it be,
If we can't find a purpose when we are living free.
When will I find an answer?
When I don't even know what life comes after.
Millions of reasons
But all I wanted was to be free from this season.
