Still I can smell her perfumes

Different with the changes of her moods

Like the changing shades of her looks

With different stories in between

 

Still I can see her dancing

With arms clinging around her lovers

Steps in and steps out in rhythm

With different scripts in between

 

Still I can hear her words

Decorated nicely like fairytales

Driving the lovers crazy

With different tunes in between

 

Still I can feel her dilemma

Not sure of her choices

Swinging only like the pendulums

Between insanity and hope

 

11th November’ 2018