I am gliding..Earth awaits my faith..
With a coin tossed in air..
Gravity of us, coin and I ..
That is..as with gravity drop..
Of identically weighted twins..
The drop reveals what..
The Chinese cookie..
Holds in secrets..
I await in suspense..
I hope I don't burnout, this day..
Before my time I pray
I pray Sahara's misfortunes..
Does not besiege my fortune..
In my vulnerability..
And I hold tight on dreams..
For good fortunes..
To be of my cookie..
Hoping for the better best..
I cooked these cookies me self..
