Irritation becomes
vexing to Iris's...
..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...
It was a damp kiss
of an image...
It's that time of year
when veins of a leaf...
A wax house you were
gifted to live in sun...
She steps into the colours
of autumn, turning her back...
A scavenger fails to thrive
in upward mobility...
I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer...
You were my first love,
you held me like no other...
Standing higher on the pyramid
than officially allowed, yet ignored...
As silent wind sleeps
war drums beat from a distance...
I can hear
her voice...