A smile that can light up the dim halls of my desolation
A voice that can break the silence that almost tears me
A shadow that can paint color to blank walls of my mind
A touch of breeze, A taste of exotic bittersweet I cannot spit
This joy kills me
It is temporary
Indulged into madness yet temporarily
It still feels heaven that you exist
I’ll leave it
For the future
I’ll not wish for more
Sparks that I do not know
Who else can see
You’re not even mine.
— A poetry, real quick. Like this moment, seized.