Elocution To Bitter Cola Ii

Tales and folktales binds the mind's eye about firmly, spearheading log of thoughts— rock of words, after another into bridges of unified force. Father the ship on my head fanning out memories between the cracks of my torso why I press myself under the sun is s t r e t c h I n g to kiss my toes after etching a canvass of you in my mind. If it is true that God restrict all mortals from touching the personality of immortals then maybe, I've a prayer to pour into my memories from portraying and plucking gloominess & grief that holds 1000kg of botheration. #Excelwrites #poeticrhythmn