Disturbed Art
they used to
meet in group
Separate jobs
according to task
some are for spring
while the others chose fire
blackness dominates
heat bursts
transparency are on their faces
their mark is a move
they swell
and even closes
they did something
for the bloody room
they are the roots
who crave for water
their crackle are different
as hard as a log
is what they carry
and it pops
