You shut to it?
the window, on watching...
My logic
was not a part of belief...
It is not a hundred percent balance
when you do not have any imbalance...
Reigniting blood moon,
I have come to...
Things that are blooming
like the two baby sunflowers planted...
Sperms and legacy.
You scream for the justice...
You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying...
Without shadow
an agony, slits me open...
Oh to be more than just a wallflower,
to open the eyes of the world...
The Flow Of The Stream
Down and down it goes...
from oceans
we slithered...
It comes from a plant,
Gives a lot of food some spice...