The pounding
It lasts for moment or a lifetime
In the twinkle of thought arises the mystery of the unknown
the unbridled tongue can shatter its existence
parole forces dictate her
but in the delicacy of depth lies the truth
Slowly the flashback begins
Silence of faint noises
Quietness of Battling dreams
Stillness of whispering voices
Corroding of fears
Rest assured
LuBBB....DuuuuBBBB.........
