Tears of Luck
Alone stood uncollected sweet face in a pile on man,
In an ocean of cute tears and stoned eyes,
A mile down went a drop,
Released from a linking black spot within robot tissue,
As thoughts of excellence fails the hobby of the heart,
As emotions rises proportionally with hormones,
Thus mind gets to feel the touch of being pure at soul,
When a man fears the presents of enough,
When a river runnth perennial for an era,
Arms showcasing the laws of physics with wet fist,
Joy taking over,
In a clan of amicable man with mutual ideas,
That's the heart that felt forever in numbered couple of 60 seconds,
For the last few minutes.
