Emotions

Like tiny rodent lost
In a sun-kissed mazie field-
Sat I lost in my thoughts
Which from the warm world I shield.

In those thoughts I embraced
Both my joys and my whines;
All the trials and temptations I faced:
They were mine and only mine.

Every morning with the sun I bloom-
With pretty and pleasant attitude;
Like its roots my feeling immersed
In the waters of solitude.

With dusk weary petals close tight,
And prepare for silent slumber;
In the pitch dark of the night
My emotions rise and wander.