The tale of a numb

He ran through storm, crawled in desert;
never got the chance to rest or become smart.
Unsocial nomad dresses poor, had no wings;
class wink usual, who care? who has feelings?

 

Rhythm of a sudden rain did the crime,
Jasmine redolence taught the Idiot how to dream.
Nonsense fly in the blue forgetting own identity,
but the holy Nature has it’s compulsive certainty.

 

Rain has stopped in moments fragrance fade,
alone moron tear off, weep to continue heart beats!

Photo: Matthew Henry