Making My Way One Dusky Evening
Source:www.youtube.com Making my way one dusky evening, I overheard the breeze murmur the weathering aftermath of downpour overwhelming the mother nature and it’s creatures, baffled and awe-struck amidst debris and dilemma, slumber and insomnia. Evente with stammer and the shivering tone enough to hazard a hazardous provocation in amongst clouds fierce sans forbearance an impending mayhem, obvious. The rivers seemingly canaled to Pacific poured gallons after gallons, leaden with explosives, clouds in altercation dropped W-bombs (water bombs) in persistence rendering most and much worthless. Everything floated defying their density and yes the dreams too, shattered side by side perennially in forfeiture of existence they disappeared somewhere acrimoniously.