O love, thy love is very beautiful Despite being far, it still beats in my heart Thy memories in me are plentiful That have held thou in me, to never part It’s been so long since I saw thy fair face Since I smelt of thy sweet and pleasant scent Whilst I looked in thy eyes of charming grace And long ago my joy, thy smile had meant Such beauty not before my eyes had met And thy soul pure within thine being divine Days spent together, never I’ll forget No matter what, thou shall always be mine And I won’t wait till my last breath for thee For, our love shall bring sooner, thou to me….
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able