memories of a fool
..are being used against us.
precious stones of India are clear of debt.
Day after day, I get angry for no reason while nature is sinking into darkness.
My faceless pride in common hands,
trade my gift card for cash,
I'm ready to question your rule of law,
Equal opportunities for different races,
Mark my words,
your books ruined my life.
precious Ethiopian gemstones,
sweat from coffee,
filtered by the forest in Brazil.
busy as a bee,
little as a penguin,
destroyed by fire,
I keep losing money in stocks.
Distance is just an excuse,
Precious metals are a bad investment,
Poetry for beginners is good for me.
How many days without water?
How much time is left?
Is it me or just my greed ?
Bring me flowers,
bring me love,
bring me back the hidden gems,
time is running out and we are late to the party...
