in a few years’ time..
her charm fades..
fluffy skin hardens..
brown-eyed eyesight darkens.
a memory of a meager pleasure lingers,
selebrating pure kindness; Gosh, finaly,
eternyally; enjoy total madness..
brush life’s dust off her soul,
and hug her.
i am here, since ever, as ever,
laying down with my favorite sadness,
none-sensed rubbish angry tears..
surely, lovin all kinds of memories;
deeply, it lingers on;
cold look, yest charming,
boiling the blood in my veins,
insanely, all the veins
sadness at sunset,
sadness, evolution, rainbow;
ironically, coloring all moments orange,
creeping grieve; another miserable birthday party
ever since you left; kindness disappeared from the planet.
Now, you are here again.
will you take all the orange colored life,
the spirit, the purified mood?
again, to exit your paradise;
into a pure sadness, alone;
Is it irrelevant when she still insists for a divorce?
Is it so when he still shy away!
I am sorry; he said it a million times..
Faced with rejection a million times..
Down to the knees..no kindness in the night.
Eyes went dry in winter raining sky.
You are bountiful,,,useless.
Your skin is my paradise full of tress…
No more, those turned leaf less..
Generating sick mighty madness..
Changing your hair color, irrelevant.
Please me; hopeless.
Night’s curtain falls endlessly,
Blurred divorce images looms announcing the start of another journey.
Hand in hand with his darling,
accompanied by years of scandalous excitement.
Headed south west to the mysterious blue lake.
At dawn, lake’s wicked preserver welcomes them;
My heroes, for centuries, notorious reputation nurtured lake’s bed,
Winter nights troubled with cozy substandard celebrations.
Overwhelming fuss, went to sleep over cottage wreckage;
Brutal dreams, hectic love, sick candle lights;
Endlessly hunting late sympathy.
”Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” — Mark Twain
A free and rewarding language; use it more often, get richer, and enjoy a sunny soul.