The hot meads

I measure up the distance and close on a call

decrypt life itself. There is no shallowness but

a thought gone hundred of seconds black exposure

That’s a hot mead and love shall never be cast away

into loneliness but the universe zooms and split flies

like stars on a honeymoon. I am crafter of ideas and never

goes out of love.For love sake the sun shines and cuddles

like a fed up ball in the younger sky than the most deadly

love could engender a new thought.


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