Softness

From hereness to thereness a heat flows- in the height of fears. A timeless need to map out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. Lemon grass cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, hiding under the rock. You must learn to walk on waves. Death knows the way of gliding. The foot under the door, unlocks the light. You had undone, what I canned whole life. The threads were weak. The frost turns off the peaks. Satish Verma