A world at stake with eternal shrinking,
Magics cruise downstreets
And witches maging the tankers,
A war on the edge of hurrying too and fro,
Amidst the night of last kiss,
Enlighted are souls with traffic all over,
Fireballs hurled on those braves,
Stop Butterflies...they are the way out.
Autumn surging through graves,
A broken recorder forced on woods,
And the fallen leaf always lied,
Love aint a Calculus....
