My head bows in prayer. The room echoes with silence. The voices are dancing like ripples on water. Memory remembers the verses and sayings, nostalgia is playing with the devils daughter. She’ll wake up drowning in blood of the slaughter.
Goodnight angel. Goodnight sweetness. Take a deep breath. Goodnight and God bless.
The flowers see everything, they patient the gloom. They nest all the secrets, relief in their bloom.
Love minces words sometimes, confuses the brain, leaves desperate the bastard, turns sane to insane.
–M
mahani 