The heart burns with desire,lust & passion…
Tapping foots on the soil, alive yet unresponsive
Swaying with the gushing winds,
through the many clock towers
Numbing down the senses by the fury of shadows
Creeping inside the veins,
never to produce a sound of its own
Now as I put it into words, It vanishes
I know but, it’s hiding, hiding inside
only to return
when the time is prime
and ask for its toll.
Yeah, I know it’s sort of crude & meaningless. Well, it just came to me & I wrote it. It is not meant to be anything or does it?