For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
Sometimes I take A Break From
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…
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised