rhyme of hope and sincerity

Morning to noon
Still inhaled fresh memories, cool
I looked at the flower beds garden that was blooming
Beautiful, when I observe the process
I smell the aroma once more
Flow through two nostrils
I feel the flow, every breath
Bermuara filled my mind
Once again I say, cool
Even though I'm in a different corner
In the narrow doorway
Keep hope with sincerity