disguise is to have a sky when land is far to lie..
disguise to say about the light when night is falling to right..
skies r to fly..to fly..n to fly..fly..
but when winds strikes hard n harder at edges ...
n on wings it shows its radge ..
n when waves strive..
n thoughts going knives..
its land which eyes met..
n feet want to nestle there..
so that knees `clinch there..
n soothing winds then whistle n i have no fear..
the skies r for aim..
n land for where we have all our names..
but as we r lame..
i search of material fame..
wings either set on flames..
n sky never remember the flights..
its land who it belongs..
too far n too long..