memories weigh in tons
Let the red sea show its redness -
with its blood tainted waves,
Let the Sahara spill its guts...
vividly remember the evil of the past no better than the present witnessed humanity at its worst...
CHAPTER 4 - WHEN TIME RAN OUT
It was late in the evening again. Bashai had a table all by himself....
reflected mind; a universe on its own
restless; stardust from the unknown
breathing fire; unbound
moments never die
like droplets in the sea
it’s the now that holds us hostage