suddenly are released; firestorms.
insistence in its eternal round the world
accelerates with anger wears his life.
While the paradox in the distance creator of life.
flower fields, the green is greener.
storms subside, there is the color of hope.
The windows open, it does not rain.
still running, in an effort to encircle the world
Blind to the eyes of those who look to challenge. Burning
who abuse their effort
night to her lover offers serene.
Still, no rest implosions;
In itself carries its own carnage. Waiting
disbelief, not that day sweep the globe;
When her lover is only at night.
