Namaste.
By haunt over tulips, most petals are unreal.
Great wilderness, piecing contours, made more naïve.
The winning of decency, despite tsunamis, an art by
Its whelming principle.
Tender amore. Famished hearts. Love would die
Before surrendering.
Sweet fiber, treasured fabric, everything rearranged
Once it reaches richness.
Wrapped in seaweed, palming identity, with Love
On edge. To have perished those eyes, An entire life
Realigned,
Chasing the deer island, roaming those gates, with
Fury in cups.
Let it be what I can’t utter.
Let pain be morphed into radiance.
One mile to the finale.
One last block to accomplish the goal.
