** StIll**

Still flow still waters
In seasoned streams
through ravaged deserts
to un-seen disappearances;
Like trapped water
no way , no cracks
no secret clues......
Unaffected, yet changed
Still water stays;
Visual seasons
Still, changing leaves
drink on-
on this storage wine;
Thorns guard peripheries
Holding movement to Still
Grazed, green moss of
untold days, unscraped Still;
A flowing path to hell's doors
Opens, from all sides
unmoving liquid is moulded
Into a raped angel's grave.

i love da way shez used da word still n da whole thing is like soo wonderfully written .. love it not mine .. bt i felt itz worth sharin ..