Monday, 27 March 2017
Astavidat In Ashtad
A low hum of a living breeze
Like a hymn,
Soothes vivacious trees and flowers and grass
Into a mystic enchantment
In a broad blessed splendor
Above, the three moons stoop.
One entrust, a mug, but Astavidat!
Astavidat turns bloody
Devoid of life and feelings
On a bench,
His arm around her bare neck
But the enslaving luster
Pours from Astavidat, showering her, Ashtad.
Craze, she turns craze
Ashtad the new Astavidat abode
Free and mindless
Devours his soul, a cold blade deep in his heart!
At 1.59 a.m, a storm rocks the skies ... Rain drops incessantly tap my rooftop. Blankly, I stand staring out into the dar...
Mama, I have seen you stand by my side, for all of my life, when my heart was torn open, when my heart bled, when my heart rejoiced. ...
My sons, Keep vigil over your blood And every day: invoke your forefathers To give you a living guide. My sons, Tomorrow y...
Source: Deviant Art Like a season gives way to another, our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come....