From a homemade golden pen you went on exploring, the young erotica. It was a moment of the funeral, plodding through the extinct memories of misadventures. Time had stood still on the sea of faces. The great wall of frozen dreams brings a chill in blazing sun of enigma.
A bridge becomes a derived fossil!
can you salvage the theme of god from the forbidden knowledge? Must affinities have a reason? The precarious life hangs between birth & death. Crying all the way for immortality, I ask myself for the end. Was it beautiful?
The ending becomes a climate of personalities from return to return. The anonymous call of history overthrows the silence of doors. A hard rock strikes the clumsy head. You cannot take a turn, another step takes a plunge.
You don?t dare to face yourself, It was frightening. A text was bruised and the book was bleeding. Mapless you tread on broken paths. Nothing was on record. Was your god climbing up the stairs?
