Poetry

Like runaway water 
you run to meet your lover, 
the death. 
 
The hidden story, 
spurts many questions. 
 
You want the 
severed head of the pen 
back, to write the destiny. 
 
The savage resurgence 
of abducting- 
the aurorean light, 
 
will demand a 
heavy price, since the 
cease-fire had melted down. 
 
The lotus-eaters 
will decide to open 
the scars.