Perhaps a seed was growing within, with
Hope and love filling the vibrant breeze...

I see my fated stars within his eyes,
as his orbs melt me as the sun does to snow...

Through tremulous boughs wind lightly stirs,
Imbuing sunbeams leak into leaves...

May fear be as morbid
As moon waned in the dark, cold night...

If I can only stop the pain in every heart
I shall no longer cry in vain...

Gale was Wind when you first came,
Intruding with force the emptiness within...

Thine voice is like the early morning breeze,
That quenches my soul in comely embrace...

I am not a poet,
Who writes a poem...

I stepped on the fresh green grass,
feeling...

Jewel-encrusted soul exudes from vigilant orbs
Emanating radiance eludes gloom, I suppose...

A helping hand,
for those who need...

Sonorous is Sound singing a melody,
Hoping to consume this spirit's agony...