Through the gaps in my venetian blinds
my hand slowly wipes off the dust of all past lives.
I am gazing at eternal sky, and a dew drown meadow,
to plant my spirit and bury the seeds of my sorrow.
Hold myself naked before the mirror,
the icy dew kisses my skin with a fresh tremor
View my ideology proudly,vanity's the perfect sin.
My agony dies to cultivate a beauty held within.
Optimism in the waking hours of dawn,
I feel alive since the first moment I was born.
Purified in waters of a new horizon
I am harmony, a sensitivity to celebrate on tongue.