Harvester

No art, no part, no history

you know only that mystery

you never celebrate your victory

Era

We  leave living in a fantasy

we  keep fantasizing the things

we leave  finding the  real

we  keep advising  the things

we leave  turning on the ways

we keep advertising the things

we leave rejoicing  the soul 

we keep compromising things

Origami

Nature is a cure

condition is pure

I am Sorry 

if you endure

Ideal

I never guess

folks are

often hangs 

my heart

on display

to mart

Shine

 

Shine