
I’d borrow from the night its ink
Fill my ivory straw to the end
Freeze a raging storm with a wink
Then surrender myself to the wind
I’d travel centuries of time
To witness with my only eye
Scenes of first committed crime
Surely you are thinking, Why?
Well…
To record how the world began
With words of love and longing
Between one woman and a man
Who found themselves in bonding
How the first brothers on earth
Were trapped in an act of a devil
Forgot they have shared a birth
And argued their ways to level
My tears would be a mixture
Of fear, laughter and sorrow
For the painful realistic picture
Hidden in sleeves of tomorrow
And when my ink is over
I’ll be dragging a vision
Drops from a rainbow
Changed to iridescent emerald eyes
I dare not visit the future...
I dare not even imagine!!!
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