Another day my room was full of smoke
A flower on the table waiting for a wind
Have you see?
Some times open it's eyes and gazing the sky,
The endless boundaries of smoke slowly kissing
The leaf of flower..
At the midnight
My Blood flowing from my dreams
It effuse through the blackness of night
Have You see?
My dreams and thoughts are going to die
Me and the flower was rest of someone....
I know we are waiting for someone...
A genius, a God, A Highness...
(Vinu...)
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