Chronicle

On the grassy-slopes stream

Was where I find myself

Glaring upon the blue-ish sky

It turned grey while I look away

I found myself eat a jar full of chocholate

Disguise upon some invisible constellation

For, I knew I couldn't see

For, it was still 4 in the evening

This cold, wet, rainy evening

And thunderbolt that striking from above

Has reminded me of a time

When I lost my pen along with a blue yellow-ish note

For, it was not a tale nor a chronicle

It just an old-fashion story from the past

For, I could only stare in enjoyment

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

Things I thought I know were shaken up

To my equation - it was no blunder

First poem of 2018♥