Sitting here now,
At the oasis of my tears.
Thoughts in tommorow.
The mind full of sorrows.
Will the paths be, wide or narrow.
The bones in shinny white,
Dry or with marrow.

The chant sipping in nice,
The meeting in thrice,
The theme the existence of love.
Forgiveness a thing of substance.
The heart or a heart key?
The troubles worth it?
What is love, tell me ?

What is love?,
Chant i Brucie Spice!
Please don't hurt me,
Ooh babe please ***4

Tears all night,
And i dont know how to fare.
I dont know either east from west,
Nor South from North.
The knitting of my mouth,
A mazzy affair,
One ending in dispair.
So tell me now?

By EbT Natal
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