stardustmemories Found Poetry, Mail-aRt, Painting

If. Hidden. Betray. Not in vain.

If. Hidden. Betray. Not in vain. The smooth master
to be. Trumpeting the impulsivity, being the smooth master
OF THE mobile phone call. That will be a lifetime
full of disappointment. Blame. Reflecting on a rock hard
black stone wall. In vain. Mobile grief. The wells
know. Also from flowers. Slowly, then it breaks the desired appearance.
The damage. Wells you better avoid, thin air in the
place of empty despair. Not in vain. Like thin air.
A heavy burden with a chance of discovery. Blame. Also
of lightning. In vain. We are getting further and further away from home.