Scissors of fear
slice away.
moths flutter
and eat with glee
that which defines “me”
After years the Robes
altered and hemmed
eyes still youthful with
experience folded in
King and Queen
rulers yet
of all they see
and what lies inbetween
their tattered robes
defiant and true
this is
majesty,
me
and
you
adivbuddha
nomisyar
Streets is Talking