never allowed to break the prison,
whereas the perception wants to
go athwart the beauty of instinct,
whenever I tried to touch the depth
of unresolved, the language of
eyes, drowning moon says long
night eagerly turned around the
situation, at what point, the tear of
sky falls, that life has looking up,
open arms, shocked face gazed
your entangled hairs, infatuated
moment of life, enlinquid emotions,
every once I have had lost the
vanity! this is that mantra of fasci -
nation, heroism plays on those
moment as irremediable object
on the cyecis, floral cysts of love
relinquishes the absolute farina of
extinct fragrance of rarebit bloom !
