Summer Days

Warm, wild, chaotic aroma

Inhaled by me to the fullest

As my lungs have brimmed

With the fragrance of joy.

The scratching sunlight

Are beaming like a fire ball

Though days seems much shinner

Then the cloudy sad days.

The smell of delicate lily

Which lits up my heart like

I want to bury it within me 

And scatter it each time. I exhale.