Living the freeze
The hearts of dead are the lunar-
Living the tremor you be the sooner.
O hearts you can’t defy more-
You lamp the nation and you beam not azure-
You cry hearty the deeper-
Your eyes dried up you come-free owner,
You had the hearts and you surrendered not
surrendered-
Fought against the bad sicken lure.
Oh, deadening the dead is such a trauma,
And ultimately the coma-
AROMA 2016
Of the vision you not dictate notion-
Highly mirroring the fusion-
You can’t hide yourself the secular mission.