A black swan was worried
about the debt slaves...
A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault...
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth...
The particles,
spreading a weird cult...
I'd soon slumber 'neath stars,
Basking within the ambiance of the moon...
Between you and me
there was no sound...
By the river a tide is forming,
bathing souls of a wild flower...
Nature's velvet crush
will shed illicit beauty...
Rows of waves chasing
wetting the sand and fading...
There are beautiful things everywhere what a shame
Wouldn't it be nice if it were all set to flame...
They play games like
tag and peek-a-boo...
White lotus is born
in the music of winter...