Moth

Paint me red and blue

the gravest of the hue,

Sell me some dreams

I'll wear a drop of dew.

Bundles of pearls can't fetch the joy

that feathers murmur in the air like a ring

Being a man is so tic-tac toy;

I wish to be a moth...

...to fly with those sunset-yellow pair of wings

Now paint me little black

A nature's mistake;

Touching his dry overcoat

I found a loud and tiny note

A message to my heart-

those ardent worlds gone apart

like a bubble will happily survive

like the existence of some forest hive...

I Surf and Dance

to preserve some romance

still so parched, so half, so grieved

Buckets of tide turned around and believed

....There is a faith burning inside

and the cold stream runs yet far away!