Moments For Blooming 6 - 10

6. I pierced the clouds with my fore-finger And the blood-stain touches my body the wind which makes the doors and windows open to public view I can’t stare at its eyes I push the storm towards the yellow-leaves 7. sometimes the river calls as if she will fly like the winged horse if she be let loosed where does she keep the sadness of her placenta there is no flower-vase the glass is good enough though the lover glass has broken with the first kiss the grass with aromatic roots trembles in the breeze from the candid wings the orna flies tearing the caterpillar would you let your salted water be wasted 8. beside the comb there is hair Is it soft green or the alkaline How much relevant is that information Rowing through which water the endemic comes The afternoon-cloud giggled took permission and went home bringing an end to today’s play the unwashed plates after eating are placed on the basin the night-cigarette goes burning in the mouth of air on the coughs and expectoration floats the lost mast 9. the sands are shy to the extreme They don’t loot anything The bricks have much intimacy with the wild creepers All the komonduls and lances turned backward Now you may easily spread your wet cloth in the air One roof would have dialogues with another in the lost afternoon One window have eye-sharing with the another 10. there is the laugh 100% natural Beauty is written on the eyebrows that is also a game new cloths at the time of puja that is also an addiction a hidden bunglow under the tongue no information of death