Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Self indignant cry

  
Self indignant cry

In hurricane of remembrance scraping my whole mind behind mirage of your image still chasing my crazy mind

bravery, after much lost in war scraping, after many wounds in past sharing, in the modest way of sort volcano, shrouded under controlled sigh
Is not that self indignant cry ?

flowers, born from thorny bushes
buds , as if feels as thorny kids

I know , you are from Nostalgia village
There I be, living in small cottage
living me alone, might you live happy life
awaiting outside, below deserted tree