I see the smell of yearning
Deadly sins soar over me
Deceived, denied, neglected
by the portal of tangible dreams
Walking slowly through the droopy eyes of you
Ain’t nothing but sins
of half human
Living in the deep of acres wood
A time for us
Which flies so fast
I heard the giggling,
but then the reminiscent bursts
of a new world I’ve hoped we live in
anandamanan 