Where is my verse?
In the atmosphere…?
Hiding in snowy mountains?
Or, blooming in an oasis?
Maybe travelling in
An unknown path…
Where was my verse?
Searched and found
The words…
Collected them in my
Precious heart
Along with blooming thoughts.
Painted my words
with a brush
Borrowed from the moon.
It sparkled and sparkled.
When you entered
My heart
They ran and hid somewhere…
I am still searching
Where is my verse?