Red roses laid
Upon a bed of thorns
Tired dreams
Nipped in the bud
Bloody hell screams
cutting off respectfullness
In the white moonlight
Stifled by the hands of a meaningless fate
Words
Baffled,
Unheard,
Mutilated
Reduced to nothingness
Heavy silence
And time for sacrifice
The moon is high
The beast under transformation
can't fight the demon's grasp
Fulfilled by the pure white shape
of an idealized light
Soft shadow
Splashing in blindness
Warm kiss on blissed lips
Lightening an etheral fire
Peeping through the sinful door
Opened to what may be an insolent truth.
Over the Himalayas (October 2016)
Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
4 commentaires:
Utterly splendid Danielle...
Thank you so much for your comment Seán..I'm really glad you enjoyed it..
lots of nice music here Danielle.
Thanks a lot Gerald..Really glad you evoke music here..
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