Oh how I love the cold air you breathe Of which that merges into the summer is what I seek The only emotion that soaks in the mayhem around Is the one I have been blamed for having too much in amount Yet the cold that drives many to sway Is the same that often sneaks away.
With nights extending their stay, Well into the early morning frown It seems daylight gave into a bait once again Laid by the smokes lit all around While the sun remained to elude And prepared to be whisked away by cold blown winds, It’s dark around the eyes With ears shielded by hoodies gone on a binge. Memories too come galloping on the Westerlies riding high Leaving behind a tear or two on the cheeks fallen dry And then rain comes, and you know it is the end To bid goodbye to the snowman Till we meet again…,
Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the
Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,