The sun would shine into my eyes,
And cause a reflection upon the land,
And the rythme of my heart became the fate of all men.

My feet were planted on the mountains of Garsherbrum.
My arm as wide as the Amazon,
I wore a linen called purple,
Surely I became a God to my people.

Love is only beautiful, when you fall into the right pit. Pit of unending sacrifice.

She vanished in the fog,
Without a final hug,
I saw the tears that drowned her smile and swallowed her might till it was all gone.
The woman within her,
How could she die?
The power she had,
The power of her mind.
The esteem she built,
The pride she had.
She lost to his lies.
She fell for his charms,
She fell so hard.
How did she lost her self so easily,.to the things that go with the season.
............@lanech.

Numbers within,
That decide your living,
I never stop moving,
Till my life is weakened
What am I ??