1 month ago
Then blew the wind
The night was warm and beautiful
and the air was crammed with love.
It was a scene of an idyllic beauty
An ideal reminiscent of a Monet painting.
And overwhelmed by the aromas of
The silver moon, as a candle beneath
The serene sky, so did I remained steady
In my deliberation with the transcendent mind.
Ah! Then blew the wind
Painted, dark, lethal, and capricious
In accord with our notion of the democracy
Aloft the volcanoes of the conflicting ideology.
Helpless was I, just as a grain of sand,
Trampled by its own sweat on the desert of time.
As an apparition, I turned away from the world,
Kissed those shriveled lips and drank myself to sleep.