Trace their patterns, paths of strings

Hastened-like colors like bird-less trees

Epitaph-Web of confusions nesting.



Say, my love, do not retire there

Each kiss of light at Dawn,

Absolutes of their belief gong wrong.



Open eyes to sky come rain or fall,

From “gray” minds, another pavement…



Truth changes still the drink of Us,

Reasons they misplaced The Reason since

Every day I am found!

Every lost starlight hour!

Surrender not Love in the Mountain’s arms…