Sempiternal thoughtLike the rain drops ,These thoughts they wet,My dry mind, enriching it,Making it fertile.Sowing the faith seeds,Those that grow,Convulsively randomly,Initially.Later on,breaking That claustrophobic box,They compete to be,The most desirable.Like nymph they seduce,Trickery and treachery,Making me fall,For a tasteless fruit.Walking every alluring path,Where music leads my way,And the numbness sets in,With every step I take.The one that clings on,Hides behind,An obscure veil,Growing on a ruddy ground.Feeding on the melody,Of silence and birds,Bathing in the orange hue,And, dim argenous light.A gaze at which, tra