Nora

Do you spare a thought, about our separation , interogate me at the door, think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's temptation, his chin cast to the sea, full of trial and remorse, his protesting eyes dilate, dance as if been caught, in a moment I'll feel, he's emptying the plate, high winds blow severely, his wretched mother’s thorn, she would not hesitate, to drag him upto Court, let the tongues wag viciously, she spreads unleavened hate, her beady flow of history, bottles his escape.