LONGING TO FRAIL

When tried to smile
It wrinkled down a mile
Finding the footsteps
All the way it peps
Chasing a light year
Far from the dearest dear
Away from reachable
Were silence was responsible
Ended up in calmness
Actually was the illness

MISERY OR MYSTERY

The smile was cute
Only in her shyness
The chaos she mute
Only is her highness

Everything she reads
Is what she seeks
More she blinks
Beauty is what she thinks

Early she speak
Slowly they peek
Dare we stand with
Stare as a happened myth