A white sand raining
on a beach of an island
in snowy black sea
silver tides cool the heat
as I throw off some snowballs

crunchy leaves float
meadows dancing rain
wrapping sun in gray 🍂

brown ❆ branches
break ❉ white ❊ crystals
into ❅ disappearing ❊ pieces ❄️

crimson sky shivers
sounds of spring water heating
fuming snowy breath 🌷

sunburnt black branches
shake calmly in the night's breeze
connecting earth's force 🍃

She hides her irreverent smiles under the falling sun. War sharpens its claws to drive them into its prey. He lies under a veil gloomy. It has the eyes of a predator lurking under a black mask, it holds its dolls in eternal captivity and dependence. War is a pacifier for the unwise.

Over dusty rivers, circling beneath blood-red skies. It blows on the wind and sounds like a thousand screams. War pours blood from its nose and mouth.
She drinks the living waters to cause a hellish drought on the human lands.

She rubs her hands in the big mess of dirt. She feeds her young with poison. War is a smoking pipe that numbs human beings.
Her gray curtains separate the babies from the mother's milk. Makes the red silk absorb the internal wounds.

War flies like an owl in the night. A smoldering spark burns in her eyes. The scourge of war strikes the peaceful and leaves scars for eternity. Little children lie frozen in time like bright ghosts beneath the gray mist.

Through the valleys, sparkling rivers flow, soothing us with lively sounds and renewing the forest alleys.
The wind blows, yellow ink paints fertile soils, and above, the birds call, dance in the rain, chirp on the branches, bathe in the air in the oils of the Sun showers.

The trees are tall towers, and the stones below lie wrapped in silver foil. They envelop the depths of our earth's core,
remembering the past and preserving our home for centuries blessed to come. Our hearts play the strings of life. May our eyes be emptied of prejudice and despair.

I bow to thee - the bestower of beauty to all.
You are the artist on the black paper, while the blue mountains are the throne of your kingdom. You look over the vicinities of life as you guide us walking in the chaos. Your colors fill the blank paper with the motley rays of spring, and the drawing is always there.

Dark Echoes of screams
in the terror of our dreams
Transcending virtue

It's withering away,
like a flower without water,
dying alone and drying in dismay.

The black clouds have obscured the sky,
and the sun's burning flames sustain life.
It's piercing the heart, blooming with light.

The Death of Love is like an unsung song.
It's tender to dream of listening but cruel when it doesn't play.
Words are left unspoken, and separation is prolonged.

You and I, what we left due to not knowing that sparks set up the fire,
but a lone spark fades in the wind's evil howling.
Vanity is loving oneself or believing you rest close to a playing lyre.

Let us embrace the end, not succumb to our desires.
The fires still burn within the darkest nights.
Forget the past and live, bursting out of the briars.

And our love is a forgotten song.
It's endearing to dream about but callous to forget.
Words are left unspoken, and the disunion prolongs.

Smiling faces under a heavenly voice.
Longing and passions are far behind us.
I pray that we remain with smiling faces;
- with a song and in enthusiasm. Baby promise, let the moment last forever...
My heart begs you, my dear. My soul burns to kiss you!
Without these longings and passions to throw ashes and embers,
upon our souls under the bright rays of the sun.
I will never be silent.
At sunset I will sing a song.

When we walk together, I leave cares and sorrows behind.
Strong I stay with you, with your kisses dear.
I wander in a frenzy, but your voice leads me forward.
- in carelessness and warmth. Cover me in your tender lap, be with me.
My soul trusts in you, dear. Your hugs conquer me.
Your eyes are the fertile soil and your lips are the environment.
Your springs intoxicate my soul like the rain the grass.
Whenever I'm sad and gloomy and being alone.
I know that you will always embrace me, shelter me in your temple.

Our love burns open.
Love is wrapped in the coming sunset and cries for us.
Our past days beneath our feet have hid;
-without a song and a smile on face. You left me with a bitter voice...
My heart melts, my dear. My soul whispers and desires you!
In past days and tribulations, your lips promised me you,
under the sky I dream and walk in the mud.
I will always stop along the way and gasp again.
Feeling grim I will call your name.