Beautiful butterfly flew
against the winds...
Yes dad we
fight from...
My sadness is just like water
it evaporates but then it condensates...
I try to stir you
gently...
Running through the streets of the soul
where leaves sleep in tousled heaps...
Through words of feelings tinderbox I kindle spark...
To torch in tears cold stone hearts in high...
Pondering love again.
Such a complex emotion...
Edsman mashup
wonderful things...
Take a left off of misery st
a right onto happiness rd...
I have no right
to be upset...
It is late,
too late for me to close my eyes and sleep...
I would write of African
not as a continent...