'Sweats' off the sun's scorching glare and the granite dust'd air.. From a shimmering distance, the gloomy clouds stare. A million Stories told how it happened, a handful of smile dampened....A baby cry then a lullaby, the moon, stars and then sun as the lunar fly.. In time, we're fastened.

Amidst the Whirl , hopes cloud my bleak mind with visions of testimonies...
And hell knows I'm not perfect, and hell no man-is
Be it not by perfection cuz the devil musta stolen the key to perfection. The alcohol and beautiful dames seem a chunk of perfection... And how stagnant-rooted am I to move against the sandstorm, who lenth me a feather to soar when the waves kiss the waters.

I sort to be happy, thank-able, make a mark on these walls, its irrelevant how tangible. Simple mindedness is for the rescue, I so hope I can hold on with a clamped grip... These are the words in the lips of the "captain of my train of thought"

@Itz_rik_art

...Literature.... Good piece