Seeing you now- Round leaves set in motion, what not consistent nature. Turbans flying in the sun, oath taken too late, gone is the ship laden with mean spirits bent, on eulogies unspoken. Birds cries unanswered, just cries unanswered on a wing and a prayer. Unmoving lips on horizons doorstep, a ripe cauldron it's pervasive stench. Left here their right consumed indignation foretold, do what's right echoes in corridors their resounding felt moment. No price paid too high, destination heaven.
