Helianthus: 9.81 m/s2

“You’re my answers to my shooting stars…”



|You’re my unknown across the dawn|

|And a lingering scent through the wind |

|Then you’ve become my everyday|

|Like a warm sunshine, who touches my face|

|Your voice is an Ivy that whispers|

|Such an undying song I would remember|

|Then you’ve become my fortress and my Luna at night|

|Such a scribbled thought I tried to define|

|You might have been my unknown from afar|

|But I’m sure you‘re the answers to my shooting stars|



|9.81 m/s2|V|




Superman101: A Saunter

A Saunter

Your voice is lingering in my ears
How come, that armor, has a soft sound
A sound like a melody
A rhythm—- bones of poetry

Your voice is a whisper
Sauntering my soul
Curious to say—-what else to hear
From lips of few words
What else to steer?

Oh no, What is your name?
Superman, shall I say—-
Your voice tarries
Unwritten melody…
How long will it stay?