Rewriting Dreams

The Reflection
An emerald glance passes by
Touching my soul
I look at the mirror of blue water
Yes, that’s Me!
Imperfect… Un-shining..!
(Oh! the reflection hides what a euphoric dream..)
The Questions
Which time is it?
Is it the wind of last autumn that leaves me hollow?…
Can I rewrite the story once more?
With the ink, I’ve treasured since the last spring.. drop by drop?…
Or is it too late to paint my whole existence
With the burning Sun in my heart?
Is it too late to breathe the aroma of autumn?
Is it going to be dark soon?
Is winter approaching with its ruthless smile?
The Victory
The Caged Bird was freed 
To take the flight…