I love being a wanderer among flowers, admiring their bloom, Perhaps their fresh scent mirrors the soul’s perfume. My emotions, only tears can confess, Perhaps sunlight gently taps at my heart’s window, Bringing a small happiness, Making tonight’s fried rice feel like a king’s feast, Echoing the heart of youth when I penned poetry. Petals scattered across the ground, each piece a quiet loss, When petals fall, blanketing the earth, My heart feels as pure as days gone by, Embracing a solitary beauty, a scene to cherish alone. My loneliness, only verses can confess, Yet they hold boundless smiles, Letting the wind’s warmest whispers Lull me to sleep.