Lay In Space
Instead of glimmering continuously,
After scarcely standing like a sparkle just one time,
Like a leaf, she fell down herself with the spectrum.
She was a Star.
Hurricane is coming.
Refused to sound loudly in storm shaking the wind.
After sending her calling father name to the heaven,
It chose to dumb itself all echoes.
She was a bell.
Who accused tear is an eye-made weapon?
Those aren’t useful tools in the War.
Those were killed by wiping with palm at once.
She was as her mother’s tear.
Unlocked sounds, unlocked objects . . . . .
And soaring wings.
She was a traveler.
She passed the miles to get back to her room.
Let everything spin then to depart items.
Now she locks all entrances.
She was a mirror, she was a mask.
She lived as different kinds of characters.
She built up her time in calendar pages.
She starts to lay in a blank which is completed with safeness.
Eyes are full of Stars.
No aspiration, no kneeling.
Found herself unlocked peace in time.
In a small flat,
No more Breathe and
No more Sigh.
Just a single message left . . .
*I built the full of Space.*