She trusted strangers,
despite the dangers,
hitch-hiking
is like
rock climbing
of no roping,
The status
is of hazards.
By all means,
be so inclined,
a mastered
of a click of pen.
What disasters,
Saviors
with trailers
Matters
of the future
The moment.....
The violin,
swipes the demons.
Fling the strings
with such belief
I'm so wrecked
but my pretension
is of always them.
Gradually,
I fade,
into a tomb
I never harmed
and so I live,
despite
their
corrosion.