The Kiss

Let a storm strike

the roots of this wretched old earth..

Let the words fly..

The letters fly..

The tunes fly..

The gains fly

The pains fly..

The desires fly..

The rhythm fly..

The dreams fly..

Let the earth slowly move towards destruction..

It is getting naked..naked

I will just..

Kiss your lips, my beautiful lady

As it is through them

The first drop of rain

Of a new earth

Would come..

Let me get wet..wet..wet..!