I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.
Curiousity is a hell of a drug
The reason why you open your eyes
The morning and
The reason why you shut it at nigh
Art of loving is a complicated Ar
it must not be too Abundant or too
and Moderation is an hard option t
At first, when the wind blows and
Dims and when the cock crows aloud
Your conscience leaps and with you
With your sour-lips and a curved h
Either your breath stinks or not,
Goodbye to the willow-land and the
Where all the tears, emotions, bre
And deep fears are all shared.
Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la
I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.
I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their
I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.
Be a hit in