An Untitled Poem

Joyee sleeping, careless and wild,

Filled with fearless pride.

‘Cause she is a kid of the open sky,

Even the rain of the east cry.

That hers is the love that can’t be shed,

With the time or the days that can be led.

Stopping the flow she does grow,

She undefines even the sorrow. (:

Credits – My cousin brother. (: