Day 17

The day when you questioned me

I was about to whisper it at the side of your cheek

By the time i decided to hide it again

It was the last chance for me to admit

The act was imperfect and not complete

When? will be the next time for the act to not succeed.

Day 16

Whatever you think,whatever you do,

Whatever you propose and pursue,

It may be small,but it must be true.

Nothing is so beautiful to the eyes,

as truth is to the mind;

Nothing so deformed and irreconcilable

to the understanding

as a lie.