Apart from her lovely Auburn lashes, that she batted casually, and under chocolate brown painted lids
Dirty drops of water welled up near her splashes of green, threatening to overflow and destruct her sight
Let's talk about the Dhali Lhama
"Energy is neither created nor destroyed"
Her vioce carried through the empty room. "WHere does the energy go?"
The silence answered silently.
a red slame and laced with gold, her sighs.
And closes lovely lashes.
Pressure makes the water fall.
The water trickled down, cuts her skin.
Swollen and pregnant.
A child, something born
he was born and then there was why
when he dies
(are you following)
Enerygy is neither created nor destroyed
where does the energy go?
when the child dies
What kind of energy is our soul?
What soul, I don't even belive souls exist!
It doesn't matter
And then an echoe from the corner of the empty room
And then another voice waves
The energy go
The energy comes
I don't know