It’s promising with naked eyes,
No cook up lashes and arch brows,
Rosy lips will go with winds,
What stays in me is wilderness.
It runs along the water stream,
No need to clip my gusty hair,
Heaving good they with conifers.
Voice matches up to thunderstorm,
Lighting gives an extra flash,
Drew this picture in back of my head,
What calls beauty is always Raw.