I sat,
atop the lonely hill
with a flying dress,
listening to the hymn
of the hummingbirds
echoing in the wind.

I sat,
at the edge of the archaic cliff
watching the waterfall,
flow beneath,
listening to the music,
wondering
should I jump and give it all an end?

I sat,
under the shade of the hazel tree
watching the silent wind,
squeeze in through the barricade
To kiss my wet_dry lips
and gently cool my silky black skin.

I sat,
at the crossroads
watching the bees,
explore the early morning flowers,
foraging on their nectars to give life
to both themselves and the flowers.

I sat,
in the hospice garden
watching the twinkling stars
as they glinted like fireflies,
beside the smiling circled moon
looking at the infinity of the universe.

I sat,
on the lonely street bench
counting the drizzling rain strokes
as they hit my frozen forehead
longing for warmth and comfort
and a caring hand.

I sat,
on the creaky railway,
stamping feet to the
sound of the distant train,
while counting the footprints of soldier ants
as they marched in troops.

I sat,
beside the silent stream,
pouring down those warm waters in me,
asking river goddess the tale of my ancestors
I asked about life's balance
the misery and the pains,
compared happiness and joy
how I could survive the trials.

I sat,
at the seashore,
rewriting the tale of the living legend
On sand,
as it keep getting washed away by waves.