C for craves
Once came politeness having attired like kindness
Just good as zephyre .
Want to tell the manias of aloneness,
Acknowledge the rules of thoroghfare .
But it's late to epistemologies,
That very clothes are covering...
Again come concealing the truth
May be, stops behind the shades of pain.
Maybe be words are eager to blow,
But the corners put their story in.
May be the searching had completed
But, to surprise the tourch gets off.
May be the rage are quite and hidden,
But still the lamp of hope is burning ...
But now it's time to put off flame
Because the dawn has come .
Now, the stories get new turns and the words take place.
The finds are over,
Deaths are come to grave
Enthos me and let we say
"C" for crave....