Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,

There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing

I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

I have Loved Less Since The last

Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…

Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

This could Be Magic Only if You

You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing

today make a trail for us to follow, eat like a poet so you would digest words think like a poet and never believe to be wrong, dress like a…