Billions of heart break in the smokey streets of this borough .Nevertheless another warrior Awaits for an appaling revenge. They call these the plays of dark night. Bruised faces , Rugged shirts ,Bloodshed on streets , So clear as if the torches are planted in eye sockets.
It's just a ritual as human life has no meaning so they are devoured in to impress holy demons. Boiling red in their veins Protrudes the youth behind the wrinkled faces. Each one Coughs as the paprika Bursts in Anger.
Yet Few find the hymn of tranquility In some hushed stary nights somewhere a cuckoo bird Awaits love. A mother hopes His sons holds to his sanity. Yet this Paprika town has it's garden filled with blooms Of innocence.
Yet Between these chaos and cries a tot sings the glories Of this paprika town.
diana733So glad to see back again! As u had written in ur bio.....yes i waited! Glad to have u back. Well i myself haven't been much active but i kept an eye if u were there. Ps. Amazing! Enigmatic words !