Straight, cloudy, road and sky, I tear my heaven to know if it’s you. Your shine, paused with ample happiness, I fear my eye, fate if I come see you. I paint back from past, things, chats, New like…
I don’t know where my pen falls weak, Where does it become stronger. I know its sparkling now. Aside from numerous visions. Voice in me narrates definition, What gives life to unlived words. My pen blinking upon luminous lights, Spread…