Saturday, 7 June 2014

being drawn by what could have been
not happy with what is seen
a certain laziness under d skin
n a profound ignorance
behind d scene
a speechlessness about
humans under fury
about nature so dreary...

where is d rose of my love ?

crushed under d wheel of desires?

d peace of yester years?

all dat i want here n now

bring me d scent of dat presence
bring me d sunshine of dat essence

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