but the eyes of the people
I never turned.... for my eyes reflected my confidence
and my attitude .... nevertheless were they same?
The winds blow and the sun scorches, the sand tries hard
to jump and touch my eyes..neither they nor the satanic
perceptions were able to ......coz they could never win the attitude
The tall rocks and contours never made me step my feet back
not becoz the deep blue sea was behind but the devil was
beginning to disappear from my eyes...as he would never win the confidence
With the two entourages of my eyes was I satisfied
Never the satin conquered my them coz he never
faced the glare...Not to jeopardise his life was an expression
of the tantalisation of outrage satanism
My confidence had walked the meanders of struggles, faced the biggest of all
but shattered with the swords of pandromicity.....Never was my Attitude......
