Healed Landscape

An unusual melody, a reticent antiquarian I will wear my galloping age with your dark eyes. The lines were drawn in the crocus fields. We were fighting for the wild immitative geckoes. A toad stumbles out from the eyelids of a zero hour. You will not touch the counterfeit of questions thrown at the meadows. Evening of life celebrates the failures. In the beginning there were no lights. End came with a red moon. Satish Verma