Watery sensations!
A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer!
Sprung out of late night october dark.
The lightness of the wind.
The mystery of an ancient perfume.
I realize how I had been missing it.
Tapping into the underworld.
Of a wandering heart.

You know nature?
That messed up wonder.
I got it in my veins.
In my blood
That is why I bloom.

Wearing the best lipstick
And a veil on my face
I sit and wait for the lunar hour.

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!
Nature

The universe is unexpected
Bizarre
Full of twists
And he is my father
I must have inherited it from him.

Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.