Where I rove…
I just wish to move aimlessly, In the world of noise, to deal vernally, I do gather some shots, Just to witness the tour and its froth, Froth, which just vanish a step ahead, Reaving my soul in pain and red, I just have these memories to recall, Shredding all time, but still counting spring and fall!
Just too close…
I too stand near the brink, Not just to witness the rise and sink, I too stand close at dawn, Not just to sigh and moan, I too stand near the depth, Too just verge out the wrath.