If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

Such pain and loss, in all such war
I see no god, upon our shore...

The sound of nature conveys a message
through the language of birds...

Where are we right now, just give us the truth;
but you can't give the truth, the truth is, you...

..at tunnels end, will there be light,
to save us from, this time of plight...

Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...