Wet lands smell like tomorrow
And dry lands reminisce the good old days of rainfall
Fate has a thing for tragedies
And lust is a fierce soldier
Castles are like seen mysteries
And towers, royalties nemesis

Love and hate are two unequal friends,
The later has an uncanny envious flair for the former,
But the former, soars above the later far and farther than heights can go

The memories that trees hold
Are priceless and endless
That even the seas can hold no boundaries
The oceans flow unending
But keeps a tale of the after call
And when rain comes calling,
Every element of earth respects this after call

Evna-Luna©


*After some of my good poet friends left here, I'm finally back to do what I do best..... Writing poetry"