Let no Memory Breathes

Clock less times I  have measured with depth
The corn sun turning Cherry red
And lone white tickled Moonbeams
Reflecting on the empty sky their innocent dreams
My Eyes have witnessed white and pruce's romance
Melting those poplars and bamboos in twilights trance
 Again and Again
All the way same

And those vulpine dwarfs of blizzard
Disrobing bronzite, topaz and emerald feathers of hers
The Clanking, chattering wind chimes
To the bird's ear, hitting sourly-scented divine rhymes
Again and Again
All the way same

Dear Thunder! I can smell you are near to my roads
My hand-made temple of flowers is your favourite resort
When you come,
Take all the sered petalish crumbs and my castles every part
I desire no more to drink the deluge of dream
Let No Memory Breathe
If Memory Once to my white Walls of Wait Entered
It would be a life Long Prisoner
Tempest ! blow a heavy Rain
Again and Again
All the way same

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