June 10th

Freshly baked scones

smell like

the enchantment of the girl

chasing lotus flowers

in the rice field

June 9th

The intense grief

in her eyes

and the lines of tears

on her face

awaken mother in me

June 8th

While playing 

in the maze 

of nostalgia

the present

passes by 

June 7th

The weathering flower

in the small glass jar

longing for

the morning sun

till the last petal falls

June 6th

The vampire of

infatuation

comes at night

he sucks the life

out of the innocence

June 5th

One day

will the memories of the summer

lose

its intense sweetness

and the vividness? 

June 4th

In the extra space

of my hammock

a song of summer

awaits

to be played