Wanna swing your mood!

When the gilded sun would outlive The power of my words I would be no more to feel Due to the oblivious enmity. Half sunk air in visage of atmosphere Would be remain here Lonely but many trees would peep into My survival which is no more.

Her innocent emotions Were tingling, I was wondering through sky, sinking in the Pool of imagination and feeling so high. She crossed her fingers, looked me with shy. My heart was tossing, Without wings, started fly.