What it is
Words are going inside the holes,
Bloods flowing from the eyes;
Wealth is going down the rolls,
Warmth is yet to realise.
Friends are frozen in cold profiles,
Trends shelving all old files;
Health is sick with tickled thoughts,
Love eludes in tricky knots.
All is done and all is seen,
Newness dies and cries within;
Acts as if are found so well,
Words bound in coward shell.
Same is new in nature so old,
Days and nights of tales re-told;
It is in us so firm at ease,
The whole affirms as what it is.
Words are going inside the holes,
Bloods flowing from the eyes;
Wealth is going down the rolls,
Warmth is yet to realise.
Friends are frozen in cold profiles,
Trends shelving all old files;
Health is sick with tickled thoughts,
Love eludes in tricky knots.
All is done and all is seen,
Newness dies and cries within;
Acts as if are found so well,
Words bound in coward shell.
Same is new in nature so old,
Days and nights of tales re-told;
It is in us so firm at ease,
The whole affirms as what it is.
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