1) The days of burning,
antigonized by a mental war,
running into the wilderness,
of untamed thoughts,
searching far and wide,
for a dormant voice,
only to find myself alone,
tears strolling down to discover,
some unfazed, unknown pores,
like some boulders,
rolling down,
scaling the enormity of subterranean rocks,
and get lost in the pursuit of body gimmicks.

2) the poor eyes just left loose,
the prisoners of wars
regarding mercy for the cacophony of peacemakers,
indulged in the ration of arms and ammunition,
followed by the crumbling leaves;
some antiwar tricks of magic being performed.

3) the air that found its passage,
through a coarse...