Labio-dental voiceless Fricative 111

Inter-Dentals 1111
Palatal 1111
Affricate 1111
French 1111
Cluster 1111

It’s half past three, that work was a pain,

Inside my skull feels like a tortured brain.
But I finished it, although only simple and plain.
If I had one, I could open some champagne.

Then suddenly, the wind got cold and eerie,

I grabbed some cloth and covered my body,
With all these clothes around me, nothing has changed,
In only a matter of time when I felt that something’s strange.

There stood a girl just about my age,

Standing beside the empty bird cage,
Dressed in a white dress, camouflaged to the curtains,
I was in awe, my gesture starts to roughen.

She started to talk in her own patois,

I haven’t understood it, but it pleased my ears,
My mind seem to have started its own repertoise,
My spirit uplifted, I lost all my fear.

She was a complete stranger to me,

Yet, it feels like she is perfect for me.
Although she might just be an illusion,
Or maybe just a figment of my phantasy.

I never thought in just a night,

I would meet the treasure of my life.
But then slowly, she said, “au revoir”
With that farewell, she vanished to thin air.

I woke up with the poem on my hands,

I realized everything was a dream at a glance.
I prepared for school; I went to the bus station,
Wondering when will my phantom girlfriend ever come back.