Monthly Archives: February 2017

Poetry.

Related imageI breathe in thy dry soil,no human smiles, no playful hearts for real.

The water I drink gives me questions,the roads I walk gives a queer feeling.

Some give flowers whilst some give cruelty,

The triumph breeze calms me in that moment,making me sublime.

The naivety I carry is concisely mine,

I am the creator and the care-taker,

In thy shambolic time,poetry is my wine.

like two hearts connected for eternity with no cause,

or like the great romance that gives spark to the followers,

poetry is mine..poetry is in me.

I absorb the virtue of it..I eat it and live it.