The Midnight Werewoman

Once upon a nightmare, Under the oak tree, Gazing the October sky, Painted darker than black, I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me,

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!

The beauty of Life

These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to beloved… Continue reading The beauty of Life

The Misery of Pain

In the misery of pain, the hurt beliefs of life, never fought to forget, What was causing it.