• anavil 6w

    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.