Thin smoke rises ...
fire gently curving ...
lava flows in the veins ...
All perishable baked in you ...
Hell fire flares up ...
giving the reverse thrust ...
Bang ... element surrounds them ...
and forests feels extraneous ...
Eyes do not sparkle and fire ... fires draw ...
burning with passion and they eagerly ask ...
Lips glowing embers ... slightly soluble ...
among them a fiery tongue gently steals ...
Hell ... weird hell with you boshuva ...
glow ... burn ... in ash, you become ...
and
Music
Music ... music is an expression of my feelings ... it is the rhythm of my heart ... it is pulsating blood in my veins ... It is a way to express things in simple words I could not portray ... MUSIC ... it's all about me ... I am music, and it is me!