APRIL LYRICS: I HAVE TO GO...

Pale grew in her immortality, for woe

of all these lovers, and she grieved so

Then I plucked the unseen fruits;

Stretched her torn leaves;

Drank her blood; Ate her flesh;

She is my own body and soul

A heavenly life together in my arms... 

This is my way of writing,

when memories come in

like a beam of a Sun,

I just drop my face towards

the breasts of the moon;

my own mother;

Sun is my own father;

Stars are my unborn children;

This world is mine; 

We are one born in the dawn;

 Departed in the dusk;

Why we become foes;

We are friends;

the unseen;

untouched;

unloved.....

My verses are incomplete....

The black boat man is waiting...

I have to go........

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI