Curtains flying
away with...

Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...

I see the sun differently
now that darkness has passed...

I left my soul, few minutes back
crossing a transparent rainbow...

My fine china was broken
back in a day when society...

It wasn't the ambiance of our room
nor fragrance of lavender...

I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...

I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...

I broke at a tender age,
when life was honeysuckle...

Snow bitten romance
waltzing icicles dancing...

I traveled cross wisps of green
meadows so high, tips of brows...

I fumbled through newspapers
like a scorned lover in a panic...