27 April 2012
How busy my feet may seem Never as much as the dancing rain on a falling day when the sky looks plain wind has blown away rusted pain
For a moment to live within an unknown life catching dreams may feel however naive a brisk walk on a land where no one’s alive waking up everyday to smile and survive
My heart keeps falling on a solitery street melancholy escorts my lyrical sight! lingering song of a faded cloud and dust broken umbrella embraced the arm of gusts
Melting Cloud • Opuss № I