Tulips.

There isn't anything more beautiful.
The sun, tulips and you.
If the fields today weren't as fragrant as yesterday.
I would've thought about the days.
When you're here.
Solitary.
Solace.
Everything what I thought of it.
Prehaps nothing more I wished it.
To be somehow peaceful again.
In these days.
Then I thought of you.
And you.
How beautiful you were.
To smile.
Under the sun.
So beautiful.
Like the tulips in the field.

Asyraf Amir. 20151218.