A word or two still lies between us unknowingly
Will it be on the right or in the left or over the whole?
The evening is very much there almost blemishless.
What you have given, slips away in nameless chores.
The stormy wind diffuses its force over the plain
Perhaps the flower in the meadow demand attention,
Stand out from each other in different riotous colors,
Mosaic is perfect for set the blissful muse rolling.
A black pen and a piece of paper tend this way
We choose to ignore by position and meaning,
The leafy trees regard us being too obscure,
Turn away hastily, leaving by the wayside.
The wind starts blowing in slow pace
And go on for a few minutes and seconds.
With hidden space and unknown words,
Someone can say we can achieve much more.