by Riane Capalad
Here lies the flowers that adores the sun.
Where I lay my foot into the bridge of wealth,
Is not nothing but solitude I dealt
I am a house you enjoy like a view.
Listen to the blissful joyous dangling diamonds more precious than anything.
Elongated stairs with paintings hung colors of teal, mustard and red patterns.
With five rooms each of the same lanterns.
A calming scent of essential deep sensation
Leading you to a kind and dreamy vibration.
A table of greenery and spices is ready to be served warm and fresh
And to those who politely entered I call my guests.
I want my home to be exactly how it is, painted colors of teal, mustard, and red.
Each of it reminds me of me.
A memory of a woman in history.
-R.C
