In rivers channels i see green earth's blood flows red ,the statement of the agony,the planet says in pain.
From the corner of my eye, I see the rider’s armor shine in silver as he knocks his horse through the portal.
In his hand is the sword that glitters of defiance.


The past is like an ink that won’t dry ,it lays in a permanent position just as the effect of time, the latter being a great artist who is painting his own masterpiece.
When the light gently nudging at my body and dark low-lying clouds catch the sun into itself, I spend a soft evening.


The sheer silence and the looks of extenuation are like endless echoes of the supremacy of hopelessness amongst humankind.
Along with rivers, again we create paths from our tears.
True life is only portrayed in colors bound to be identified by the finest realists around.


But at the same time, it is in the sadness we share we find the connection, just like life that many times mutes its splendor, yet is ever present as a river running through our veins.
Between the sea under the sky full of stars, there is still that love emotion.
Courage is not in size, however, but lies in the capability of recovery.


On second thought, the body turns into water that carries significant importance as well.
This hope comes in and revolutionizes the way life is contemplated as it takes control in hammering down the existing cured despair.


Therefore, to observe and to accept implies a willingness to attest to the world's real essence and the cruelty that it encloses.
Though we are the delicate pieces, we are taking part in the gluing of the general power of ease.

© jaylinestarr