Younger than cradled youth
Let’s play a quick game of life!
Momentarily.. Separated thought, tobe anon,
Sound mind hidden amongst a world destinies design..
Crying lov, salty tears, brought throughout those darken silent, fears..
Within those impossible dreams real life childlike visions hidden into time
The grip of life, as warm steal, shocking a double edge knife…
The human driven future… Technological
Florescence Where the grass grows spring green And kingcup gold is seen, Beneath sky spring-swept clean—runs the hare. Written by; … More