Wreeto's diary

Cracks in the old school wall beside the sidewalk   has some new movie posters on them, colored actors covered up the senile bricks I used to walk down this alley centuries back, with you.. the footpath dweller kids have their children now their dreams haven't changed.. The red temple devolved somehow, more darkened.. Right turned my cab. sharp. , more like an upside down. last time, I remember, it imbibed my perseverance to nurture the inner flow of warmth through heartbeats, the ones which were true. Still, the aroma of spices hover over this area, sources still unknown my love kept it secret, and secret it stayed. Estranged with endearment, the buildings seem to be in some black despondency. Grey smokes, grey dust of the north has glazed my lungs ever since.. That dreary song on the radio whispered something with the sidewalk while they sneaked at me as remorse. The sidewalk lying by the side of the road. muddy, broken .. disregarded,

So I and the night shall bid you goodbye.. leaving you to the sea .. as it roars exhorts you not to abandon his shore he says " Let him go as he's so weak can't expunge the clouds soaring thy head and mind sit here and I'll cover you with my breeze streaming among thy tangled hairs .. Let him go as he's so blind cant perceive your grieves constrained beneath those breasts more vintage than the wine half filled in that stained glass you hold firmly within thy slender fingers .. I say - O sea Blind are you fancying troupe of my beloved The grief you see confined within those ribs are nothing but my presence, my promises that faced abortions before dawns of love the grief that you wish to vanquish from her soul fail you will as millions of your waves cant clear them still.. I know as I'm the grief you wonder about... I'm the anguish that hurls round her tangled hairs, deceptive as freedom, So I bid goodbye while grief ends with her last t