the flame.the fire.the flair
the beautiful chaotic stare of the golden hand
the marvle of the poor is the most forgetful
the universe is my limit and my infinity is my land
the black flair is the rotten desire
the ordinary become the unforgetable
the day that the good will go to the land of blue fire
and at last the impared bacame able
all the artist will go to eternity
all dwellers will go to the glittery way
the water will go to the red line of immortality
and the tired and all the restless will now lay
good bye all the lovers, farewell to all friend
say hello to the new children of arts
and now the golden wings will now be lend
lend to mindful and artistic hearts
WARNED YOU.;
5:24 AM