The phonetic fruit,
Has no heart to loot,
It stays hidden,
As your children,
The melody keeps ringing,
As a bell dancing,
It’s the start of light,
And the end of fright,
Fear is lost,
Hearts are frost,
Tears are sand,
To glass my hand,
Negative arithmetics,
Fulfill mathematics,
The future electronic,
Becomes philosophic,
Trendy,
Energy,
Sorry,
Analogy…
Luc Laverdure