Of one you once loved
with fetish heart
Of one you once cared
With all you had
Of one you once prayed

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

Just like a boat
Float on me
Just like a lamp
Light me on
Just like a dream

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

A night in the dark with the crick
Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c
The hatching of egg sound with pie
From a very tall stripped tree,
The moon and the stars paints;

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

many writes poetry now,
many writes about life and they wi
were not alive but when they hears
they run and leave their shoes beh
many writes about love,

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are