A crisp in leavesAir full of griefIts hard to breatheRope ted to treeThe view hard to seeThe skull, the bonesIs the soul present or gone?Is it the one with white wings or red horns“I think its quite obvious”,The devil whispersThe cleared rumoursAbout the forrestIts her last augustLast seasonGod’s favourite angel, this cruel oneSound of bloodOn the crisps on floor"What did she … [Read more...] about Human Mind, By: Jasleen Kaur