“What do you do if you can’t breathe?” he asked.
The armies are hereI announceYou ask me if I had seen the newsIf I understoodYesI replyI may be sevenBut I am smart
Clouds convergeSuspendedObliviousNo rush to rearrangeSlow and easy in aDreamy driftAll my talk of stormIgnoredElectric words, just noise…
Sand coloured rocks standing still,the navy blue ocean lapping;Sparks of emerald green,the water shimmers in the Italian…
I had to get overmyself.
REBIRTH