Cartwheeling along the shore. Still somewhere are those toxic, tainted words stored. A leap of faith into the deep. No heap of lies to keep. A circling inside the four walls. Vociferous thoughts Grew tall. Today, The ocean refuses to kiss the shoreline. The dried leaves refuses to stay on those branches. And there, down on the ground As if it’s fall. Everyday, The Earth refuses to keep still. The Sky refuses to never change it’s colors. The galaxy refuses to contain it’s ecstasy.