A green hunt of words
does not dare to insert...
Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth...
Did you know
we talk amongst each other...
Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...
Maiden of the night a breath taking splendor
Outshines million of stars that blanket the sky...
Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips...
Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves...
Nomadic words
do not stay with me...
On ladder, you climb
for espionage, with...
If,
I was not afraid of...
Nature is anxious
awaiting springs arrival...
Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on...