Stiffness and barrows seem far and wide.
Sarcasm and philosophy string wide and far
Blasting glories speak a word too many
My words were lost sumplace not too far away
Breezy dreamy gusts of wind
Rainy wet smell of the soil
Brings with it a new ray of hope
The sun too far,the heat too low
When this would reach the zenith yet to fathom
Knots and Nots scream the unknown
Blissfull fantasies catch the faster still
Drawn to temptation one too sweet
Bricks of sand solidifies widout a doubt
Illusions of a beautiful minute seems a dream
Infinity is the sound of the present
The image of the present sounds too free.!