Had her heart blossomed with joy during nights, 
It was definitely when the fireworks bursted in the air on mid-november—
Where all the peacefulness plunged deep into the sea of her mind;
Carrying nothing but a sack full of happiness. 

If only time could stop travelling,
She wished to only have this moment running—
From where she would pull herself together,
Ergo, things would remain fixed. 
And worries would forever be stuck at the bottomless pit of her non-existence ground. 

—Jane l.