Silver afternoons
With a red poem on the wings
of my butterfly memories,
I sang. To you my dream-a-too lover,
My Thunderbird silly smiler,
Snickers sharer, Beautiful Mind defender.
Ridiculously yet, you vanish, saying
“Pss… but I only like you…” -
Innocent eyes of silver afternoons.

- Mischelle Rebello

Mischelle is a confused soul on her way to enlightenment through
rather maudlin ways or so she likes to think. In the real world, however,
she’s a bored content manager/channel manager/senior producer at a
multinational which likes to award its employees with fancy names. She loves
reading and sometimes grudgingly employs her imagination to write. But tell
her to travel or trek then she’ll gladly drop all to flitter away.