Into feelings and librettos
|A whispering sun for my mourning self!
My effortlessly available voice is deep fording.
It seems to be calmly enjoying while giving
heed to the deepening silence.
I am constantly ricochetting for
finding my way to get along with
the relaxed pace!
It is all performed for trying to feel
you in the spontaneity of my heart!
I know my primaeval emotions are
struggling to find an inner magnitude
that aspires to become rhapsodical!
I am crying!
My efforts are glaring to get rid of
the ascendancy of futility and its control
over myself! I want to pour some loveful lines
by seeing what is lying inside!