Life is More or less Like the paintings Of Vincent— Mysterious,
Shoving All the expired dreams Inside the blazing hearth, I am shuffling Slowly and slowly
She’s a princess of nature and she’s fond of passing time In nature, with nature. Decorating Her petite curve
Never The words let me be lonely; Whether it’s the bleak fall Or the verdant spring, Always they circumambulate me.
Clouds, Be the shape of my doxy As you became On the days of yester; Breeze,
Already, The time of birth and The time of death were fixed;But also They comes With full of dreams
Upon The darkling sky Scattered with million stars I solemnly Was walking there.
I see words Floating on the rivers So I love siting aside of river; I see words On the every leaves
Gracy’s world and ECZ’s world Are diverged out of limit Now; The air ‘at palpate the jo of mine Will no more come to touch me; Innocent mind of mine
FOR I HAVE TO ENERGIZE… I would be somewhat okay Or might be invalid, If I mapped “Mister ECZ” In your suffocating coordinates.
Tell me not, “ I love you “ For I am afraid of L-word. All I know is: Love is damn venomous And will kill our bird
Pain is the rain So don’t worry Ya’ll get yo’ beautiful life Again and again ; Once,
Tell me babe What should I say To those innocent feeling Who are waiting you Placing their chin
Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river
Sometimes, Depression overtakes my happiness And sometimes fucking anxiety does… Been living precarious life. Don’t know