Sunday, January 11, 2015

My Thobbing Heart

I ease my buring hours,
And think as a liberal cloud
And floats in the dales of blind society
Henceforth, I have my armour,my shelter
My thobbing heart

CANT TRUST ME, CANT TRUST YOU

  "The spirit fell into the dark pit of doubt:   cant trust me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing ...