A man died on the road
His eyes were like the clamoring of glasses,
as if a thunder storm has just been conquered.
A mad man nearby sat and draw diary of death
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In the labyrinth of words and imagery if anyone is not lost, he must get the essence of this write.Last stoppage is known to all.The other things are still a riddle.
Vague words for vague emotions, unresolved metaphors, the image of the lines is like a dense jungle where someone loses the way back, but never gets worried & wearied as he meets his own self... point blank! ! ! realistic ending: But at the end so it happens we find it in our own pockets. The last stoppage will be a known neighborhood. In the mask of an exile.
Hmm a gr8 n wonderful abstract piece very reflective! Do read mine too pls.