Breeding ground!
Lovers turned friend at the end, Friends are part time lovers, Days are squat for a dreamer, Few hours attuned from darkness, Time is the new currency and armour, There are more colours in a day, Than a man’s whole life; More imaginations in a verse, Than your reality which is an accurse!
Who waters your tree of hope? Who owns the rope? The other end hanging in oblivion; This end craving for a reason, Burdens are many season, Carved in the rock of deeds; Your soil is moist and weeds free, Its time! Change your seeds…