E 'lovely stroll at dusk along the river bed with dead air that slowly sailing in black.
Street Mission pleasant sound of the dry land that is crushed under my feet.
the cool evening air I cradle the crunch of stones underfoot.
And although the moon darkens to shame, leaving me in the dark, for me it's like walking a day.
will be the harmony of nature or perhaps it's the wound that burns inside like a fire and flame as it enlightens the path.
I lie down to rest shelter from cool only with a blanket of darkness.
river or river, you must have cried for what looks so. The tears shed for thee
emptied, but
continue to flow like lava burning in me, in my mind as
copious tears.
Rock me with your essence so dry that I can sleep forgetting all sad thoughts.
