Seeds that sprout and fly in green green gardens
Upheld in hope by summers breeze...
Shafts of sunlight
Fill my bedroom...
Time passes me by, watching
Me...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
I'm not sure
what kind of man...
War!
War...
A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...
from natures earthy womb
you grow into a spectacle...
It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...
At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...
Life is but the fleeting dream of a passing...
death is as ephemeral as the sun...