Primitive Verse..

Thoughts vie & I suffer from the chastisement of glittering gold,
Summing up odds to the evens of life,
Earth,Water, Light makes me bright !

I was not starred before,
Nor I will be,
Its the future that vitiates the present moment..

I am acting fervently,
I have to say it RED,
For you to stay away from the blow..