No fingerprints.
No body.
No screams.
No witness.
A perfect crime.
Aren't we all murderers of somebody's soul?-
... not all souls
can afford
to live in
the moment.
Some quiver
all the time
praying
just to survive
the moment...-
As the souls met,
their path was set.
All the rides would be done together.
All the sails, now and forever.
Longed for each other,
no matter how tired and sleepy,
not even awake.
Never made any promises that were fake.
Trusted each other and never pried.
With happy tears, the eyes cried.
Found true love and a friend
each other's heart whole life
who'll tend.— % &-
A song can agglutinate the antagonists of souls ;
making them of the same provenance.-
O sadness why u have covered my lover's smile,
U r an eclipse on his face , just go for a long exile.
U know he is my whole life, I love him a lot,
Not for his beauty, but for his pure soul.
He lives in my heart, see with my eyes the purity of my love,
I plead u leave alone him with me, and never come.
-
I sprinkle dust of my soul
on the places I travel
and the people I meet
so that these little peices crave to dissolve again,
so that I get to live those moments again,
If you ever wished to kill me,
you will have to burn all that dust,
but you see, I won't end there,
for I have paid an endearing toll,
I have often sanded my soul.
and when it all dissolve back
I become a storyteller,
with a few more white threads in my beard,
with a few more wrinkles on the back of my palm
and a soul that heals,
so that it can travel far,
so that it could dust a scar,-