「
Tonight I sit on my bed as I gaze at the most splendid star accentuated itself on the endless dark canvas. My hand opens the window of my soul inviting the sweet breeze to caress my fragile heart. Upon Aurora's beckoning my eagerness pervades my limbs as I leap out to the city of interim tranquility awaiting patiently for an imminent frenzy. Baby steps pedalled with blithe and forgetfulness, I danced along the swirling of iridescent flowers and fragrant leaves to Hecate's harmonies, under the bathe of the luminous mirror of the Sun. My soft hazel hair with parched Zeus' golden rain brushes those blushing cheeks of meekness; I wonder how long will this merry frolic last? Until the arrival of Apollo's chariot pushing the boundary of my Bacchic orgy into a blinding white flash. Hastily the spirit of Odysseus ushered my homecoming like how he yearns for his land of Ithaca. As the Dawn set I sit on my bed as I gaze at the emptiest azure sky of reality with the familiar rosy fingers combed my hair decked with sad whiteness of old age, while my wrinkles creases with only memories of loss.
」
— a poignant old woman has her eyes streaming tears in her own house without another soul's company amidst this crowding city
