--- A few mathematical lines dreary as may sound
--- over her head a waving river of gold dances as touched by wind
trailing in seas of green
 --- over fields and into the bowers
lemons would turn to apples, leaves would fall to shelter
   colourful ray of light, why do you fall into my eye?
      it craves not to see of the past
         ignoring in this simple line the tenets and the physics
            it carved a word of power
  --- stood as epitaph in the future, a single word
         defying my every loss and hatred
            gazing into where I dare not look

DreamingTaoTiger DreamingTaoTiger
31-35, M
Jan 12, 2013