Not to hurt a soul

Not To hurt a soul ,
 The sky emptied itself ,
Of long swallowed tears,
And stars melted themselves;
 From boredom of billion years,
 Mountains flew:

 How easily do I gather;
These distorted but real visions;
And how Easily I develop;
The peasant’s addictions

 But I will Not give up;
This madness; this eternal madness;
 Nor will I ever hurt;
 A soul that has eyes to express.

 Flickering is the nature;
Of sustained ignorance.
 Flickering is the nature;
 Of sorrow’s florescence .