Being Fragile ...
It's winter blues, and the snow flakes around, Chilly grasses and dewdrop on windows sound, I take my seat and look outside with a glee, Are the trees listening or it's just me?? For the swirling winds touches my nakedness wide.. The abandoned nests, makes me heavy inside, Seems the longest winter of countryside, Lest nothing settles, in these withered eyes.. Flowers are frozen, the roads died mum, Looking for a light, hideous played the sun, But the gracious mountain gloomed like a bride, Still, Whispers my vintage soul to stay inside.. Long sleeves of my shirt also senses my shiver, Heart beats fatigue and numb plays the mirror, My fingers are cold and blanket feels I am fragile, Don't knock my doors, it feels safe inside.. In captivity, when my bones started to break, Voice without words, came out with a wreck, I shouted my name, it echoed with a tree, Releasing binding chains, my spirit break away free...