Spring is in the air
I can see it everywhere...
"Are these really blackberries?"
"Ones covering the ground...
Cold is the wind on this dusty soil,
Cold is the wind on these restless waves...
Ebony rain cries
broken winged angels, falling...
Do you remember,
what did I ask you once...
Zambia is home for the harem
Each day they eat grass, they...
The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken...
There was no end
to looking inside...
Yes it would remain
incomplete, my story...
Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to...
The desire,
rises like a spire...
Lashing out at invisible enemies
you focus on virtue test...