I sat with the shade of sharp sayings. Sayings of serendipity signatured by paradise.
Awake poetries in me. Leave the world sleeping.
You say i don't pick your petals often. Often you make anxiety curse - hell man! I'm blooming obsession of all things hazy.
Mangoes , melons any other fruity essence for a rotten system. Hazy hate is harmonal to you.
Muscat music , Lebanese lillies, come , my way. My way ain't safe. My way is dangerous. My way is so brutally right. You bet.
Hold every memory , as it hollows your soul.