Against the wind , I fly
Tolerating the ashes, slapped by the bushes i step, I try.
Lifting up lids to the showering blossoms than being annoyed by the sad sulked autumn leaves, I try.
Up the hill ; down the road i crawl like a baby but being unstoppable, I try.
On the zigzag curved path ways like a roller coaster I swing but with the strengthened nerves, I try.
Unable to flip my arms through the sea inhaling exhaling in and out the water,
I with determined vibe try.
My straight posed stoned body walks on the undying limitless sun lit way with an enduring promise ‘ deny to cry ‘ :’))