The Puppeteer Dr Naila Hina

The puppeteer Stands alone under The cold sun. 

Unfeeling the sparks and all the lights He cannot see

Under the grey sky, Watching the runway Bridges and sea 

The journey continues Enchanted by rough times Potential complexity

Love is in tradition Dancing with the leaves And stars of the night 

Colours on the Norwegian Skies, polarized rainbow Six months of day and night 

Everything was in my hands, Everything I gave away By myself in search of love

And walked alone hurriedly, Only to find out that Love is just an illusion