Today tomorrow or later than that
I believe the windbells will chime,
Play a music more than the letters
and sing along the same song with all synchronizing rhymes,
And I believe there will be a voice
my ears will catch from far away with those beautiful smile,
Making the setting sun unimaginably beautiful
so my heart endeavour to walk that mile,
Of water, land or fire
the state of her effigy is now just an imagination,
I believe there will be more of flowers, fire and shine
and I stand by the side to pose like a curation,
Undoing is difficult since I have lost enough
and left abandoned to rot in a mixture of ignorance,
But I still and always will believe of her return
to pick me up for the last time which I will make up to thousand promises with all my diligence and vigilance.
I just believe…