7 parte Ongoing MatureA distinguished curse, a beautiful echo of mesmerising sins, a delicately wrapped bouquet of lies. Such meaningless imperfections blindfolding the sorrows of the night, erasing the wrath of guilt, yet trapping, deceiving the soul thirsting for love. Perhaps just for a trifling insignificant moment, the three petals of the lucky flower symbolise love, not four nor strangely five, but those three hated petals. Inevitably in such an illusion, puzzles do not need to have the right pieces, only one remains, and yes, it is the right one, the special one, the unattainable one but the one the soul seeks, desperately yearns for, without which tomorrow does not arise!
Baxon Callum & Rosalynn Barlowe