Last walk to the pastures...

Craving spirits are fallen free from a hole in the sky that looked so weirdly worthless. Miles away in a farm where they saw the barren land filled with colorless flowers dried and dread with the sudden rush of lights from up. Run you worthless soul. I say, run. to…? 

Look, listen… I’ve got to tell you why I am in here. I see a smile on your pale face. When the sudden gush of downpour causing cold breeze melt away down beneath the mushy grass, won’t you hush? I want to wander through the pastures where those poets laid their hearts to blend the beauty of nature. In their hearts they had art to save, but they couldn’t save the ‘life’ and ‘love’ in them. The pale face and your smile taunt my rush. You got to hold back. Sing a song, for thy master keep them close to his heart. Now, pack all you want… take your asset with you and before the sun rests in her place, you got to chip that tiny stone away… the stone that says “I”…