Flow of the followed

I am following the path

soothing my falls
and covering my nose

Through these plains
I used to run
with open arms
chesting the blow
of cool wind

Sleep depriving blood
oozed through my toes

then  wind turns hoe-
masticating my protrusions

Shaping me by raping me
Then soothing me with more chaval

Eons later,walking the path
my open ears can
hear  farts
Couldn't open my nose
olfactics were dead

Years ago my kin
found him
For Years I searched
the him in him
Now I dont look for...

I am following the path