In the ends of the tombs, Silence. It is spread above the fields. Chill wind blows make Silence in motion.
Silence now moves further ahead, eyes staring on it. Only the throbbing of the leaves can be heard.
Even wolves don’t dare to growl. They just join the eyes looking quietly the Dance of Silence.
It embrace the earth, the air, the water and fire.
An erotic act with the souls which just be magnetized by the welcoming warmth of this embrace.
Even Gods are witness to this Choreography of Tranquility.
No sounds of screams, yelling, fighting or arguing. No explosions are heard.
Moments of Eternal’s Piece taste.
Hands now in the air and heads up to touch this feeling of Silence.
Nightfall lighten by the moonlight.
Hecatia’s children join the Dance, hold hands with the mortal one’s.
Silence is in climax, amused by this masterpiece. And when it comes to the end of this orgasm, Universe is filled up with Silence’s juices killing the deeds of Eros And Chaos let them once more without offsprings.
Lost in my thoughts I was and she came
/ Among the crowded stink an oasis of scent
/ Calling my eyes to look for her
/ Awakened by the shock she made I search
/ Staring between dark clouds of nothingness
/ A quest of the Light’s rift I so long for
/ I am coming closer,i feel it
/ Blood on my veins is sign in to read more »
2019-01-12
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