User:Bagula Bhagat

.. early morning chill crack dawn sun dust turned moonbeam stoned daydream waking life of sound like a tear dream in from the eye of the vast radiant sky flowering inside the black hole trap door caved in sounds of morning rain and smells of perfumed scrolls and childhood innocent and mountain goats that got lost and wildflowers that waited and wilted till the last time our head flowered with neon-like flourescence glowed like the fireflies of love and loss this pome is called amphetamine on a dark psychedelic nite;