Feelings fleets in the air
disappear and appear

When a fresh scent revoke all memories
and I once read, green is a symbol of hope

Mirror on the wall
we're sitting here, building cities and lands
as the world is ours
a glass of gin and your hazel eyes
I remember how conversation flows wildly

Warm light through the glass window
night sky in the big city
And as I press my back against the window
I see you staring at me

Peace in the midst of chaos
The forbidden fruit, my pandora box


© Peng