Theft

A marvelous pair with millions of filtering units purifies the blood, excess water and waste spout out. On the operation table divinity turns into greed stethoscope kisses currencies, one in the pair vanishes in the air, a sure excision. As the dreams of avarice deliberately defiling the wonder of creation creep into the mind, a stooping down to homicide, a conquest and a plunder. Nearby, sparrows perch on the boughs, ruffle their feathers against one another, bunches of grapes like dangling ear-rings sway slowly in the wind.