Worried about the wavelengths, guests under the flames of the sun of millions, I am on the wrong radar. I am different, only a god in heaven knows if there is no language. What would heaven be obviously there are no words only a sound.
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Worried about the wavelengths, guests under the flames of the sun of millions, I am on the wrong radar. I am different, only a god in heaven knows if there is no language. What would heaven be obviously there are no words only a sound.