All the streets are crowded,
People are so cruel.
May be, you are murder,
I look for a fuel.
Fully dreams. Disturbing
Sight of empty blazes.
Dear friend, I know you
Said distinguished phrases.
I am writing letter
To the lonely student,
World creates it better.
Love can not be prudent.
Don't regret about,
But believe me also.
You want catching trout.
Frantic! But I think so.
Silver clouds cover
Roof of purple house,
Struggling music lover,
Feeling like a mouse.
In the dark of culture
Let me hear the sound
Feather's of the vulture:
I look for a bound.