Ms. Alice Salina Stephenson

Morning air glows, flows...

a gleam of light shines

footsteps softly beat, hit...

perfume tenderly lands behind

wind quietly blows, rolls...

trees excitedly dance in sunrises

cars, buses, noise and dusts

kisses, hugs, saying goodbye...

a white cloud turns to a flower

I lose my breath, and hold my still eyes!