same welding different customs
a laughter of kindness ,
as I conquer,
wild cashflies with multiple fresh flies
it seems fine for the wind but tasteless ,
I seek
upon your silence
then still
wake before your absence
they
tie my chains
then still
need me for my
wake me and tell the fare of my death
coz I'll be listening
and
smilling off your plays...
©julianuyum
J