Detached
I know four rings that form the Clouds
Far beyond the unkown
They shade different colour of eternal lie
But they don't touch
They stay afloat
The gaping meadows
Below
Tell me the difference mother!
Why don't they touch
Is it the colour
Or some obscure magnetic field?
As for now
I stand alone in the meadows of deceit!
Like the savanna acacia.
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
