Endless are auroras with rays of sunshine penetrating through clouds.
Vigorous, stalwart winds blast, displaying arrogance and swanks.
Pervasive petrichor and radiant rainbow follow a stormy summer night.
I had nothing left but thanks.

Waiting the whole year for the two months of going home.
Dreams are disturbed by perennial hiraeth as its naughty, sweet pranks.
Yearning for the tears and laughters we share as a family, is such a bittersweet, blessed longing.
I had nothing left but thanks.

Beautiful formation of words and phrases intertwine into intrigue plots.
Stories flood out under an old yellow lamp.
Celebrating in a sea of love and hatred, regret and rejoice, depravity and sage
I had nothing left but thanks.

He is a friend,"a nice guy", or he should be merely a friend.
But there is a limerence of teenage girls, with the culprit hormones, giving me cramps.
The shoulder has been drenched by my tears; the dimples have brought out my smile.
I had nothing left but thanks.