Her beauty was like pearls under the moonlight, Her radiance spread through a hundred lands. . Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as wine, Her eyes as deep as the ocean, were unparalleled as though were divine. Oh! Her sweet fragrance, the flowers in her hair, Though, the song on her lips was filled with despair. The rivers turned into the ocean, by which she sat down and wept. Never again she rejoiced sunlight, never again she slept. Nature was bereft of all its glee, For her love had left her, on a voyage into the mystic sea. She stood there for ages, the tears turned to stone. She whispered to the wind, to unite the love she had once known. Cruel, were the gods intentions, but destiny had its role to play. Her lover would be back for her on the same fateful day. For even the flowers would blossom, the ones born of her tears. Even the winter morn would make sense, the skies would be clear. Her love would be back for her on the same fateful day. The day the sea made the lovers part their ways. - Stevie Still Wonders
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 11:58:07 +0000
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