raising up the dense vapor from the quiescent
valleys, as the night reaching to maturity,
misty sentiments encroaching the
persona, walking on the
path of dried
leaves,
beside the shadow of ruined medieval castle,
the creeper of anonymous wild bloom
throws the seductive ensnare
in the moonlit mount of
desire toward to
eruption,
it’s not only hard rather difficult to save the
the wild, unrestrained thought, do not
keep the leaning face on the
shoulder, destination
is uncertain,
let me
to find out first, the shelter for night, maybe
near the shore of milky way, some
where in the mysterious world
of celestial beauty or very
near to horizon of
ductile
emotion as the glimpse of life in your dove
eyes - - -
