Summer Clouds

a simpler time
a grim picture of our stilled lives.
sitting underneath words, yet moving.
there is still a gap created by the human need 
people suspect that the good outweighs the bad, 
it doesn’t look that way. 
by late summer they rule the garden.

Finding light in the beautiful sea
Even when we’re far from home 

June is dawning down on me 
Even when we’re far from home 
Me and my truth, sitting in silence 
Still all the colours, vivid for you
Safe to take a step out
Even when we’re far from home 

Nostalgia

This is where the adventures were made
Where little girls went up and down slides
Grounds into lava and the sky into space

This is where my favourite meals were cooked
The sight of my mother’s back with an apron 
The scent of eggs and spices filling the room

This is where everyone would shop for their groceries
A small market with a warm lady
Greeting each customer under the yellowish light

This is where all the kids would run to after school
A tiny shop filled with cheap toys and rainbow notebooks
Children running to get their hands on the newest snacks

This is where all the big kids with big backpacks go
Big rooms and aligned desks 
Whiteboards with numbers and shapes
This is where we would hide on a sunny day
Fresh watermelon cut into cubes 
Grandma brushing her fingers through my hair

This is where we jumped ropes 
The ground covered with chalk 
The sun caressing our backs

Pages of the Past 

The gardens of fairytales
A pastel scenery with sour sweet scents 
Colourful tulips and butterflies hence
Truly, where all the magic begins
Memories left to reminisce

Sally Lee is a student at an international school in Seoul, South Korea. Immersed in a multicultural environment, she draws inspiration from the diverse cultures and experiences around her. She is currently working on her writing portfolio.