Melting papers

A mass less yet mindful

   thought less yet plentiful

carrying multitudes of minds

 rising the altitudes to search for self.. 

Slave history and riches mystery

on the same side yet differently.. 

a well designed number 

as we all learn to remember

it exists every day yet melts in the midst of hunger.. 

converted to all religions and yet having no holidays

those melting papers.. a lot one still longs to hold it

tears of sky stopping by woods..

heat of the sun heals no more but burns it to melt.. 

lessons got printed.. but no one learns.. 

read and repeat that's what they yearn.. 

contains constitutions.. covers up currencies..

dried up the hearts and tirelessly melts.. 

those melting papers.. no more love in my heart for you.. 

a bit of love that's what I hold for you... 

my love is fake as you know.. that I let you go..