POSSIBLY NEVER NOTHING
POSSIBLY NEVER NOTHING White veil from cotton spun I could glimpse spinning soul as it still on firewood were worthless remains silent eyes inquired to disgrace emotion negated mother be father cradle years weak, not a tear admiration of alive was back mislaid age now departed is fresh pun jubilant adorned evening feast lady dressed to please societal links own been dead not a week yet the very subsistence turned to myth least be keep the charm of feel words of love said you did mean was bit of your womb or spouse of age perhaps matured together in a mansion one what has suit ,my teddy is ragged friends some remember except not so sweet mother? Where are you going, new pearl string looks gorgeous father can I have that last drink with you?? Well now I see my presence was naught to nobody. -khushi.