And the sphere of joys illuminates on us.
Spears of water Rained under the rooftops of the cap.
But sunlight died and the Rain got moody.
The Sphere turned into a dark cloud, and the blessing spears are stinging my soul.
Red mice ran from the Lying cats.
April opens a new door, a new sunlight another sphere of joy,
Spiders web coils in a new shape
Breaking the jail flying to freedom,
Free to dance what my mind will dream,
Vinasse
from dread
No comments:
Post a Comment