
As a drop of oil,
unsettled, setting summer
refuses to fuse.

As a drop of oil,
unsettled, setting summer
refuses to fuse.

Peering through darkness,
vying for attention, moon—
over mobile screens.

Sticking to the wall,
a friendly neighbourhood buzz—
inside of your ear.

With mythical roots,
as knight in shining armour,
pledge the powerful.

Shimmering sunshine—
as human faces light up,
to nature’s cosplay