I heard shouting voice when daybreak leaps It comes as if sweet tune to awake who sleeps. O, dreamers fill the dewy cup and exhale relief. Hand of destiny would upturn all cups of life. I feel death crawls at my bones reminding me. Nothing I gained but only the bitter destiny Alas! My fate comes and my pigeons retreat … I cannot decode the riddle of this complex fate… Wake up and let me take the last virgin cup Let our souls disclose its attire as if opened shop Let my bones absorbed from sweet potion… Before life runs away without alarming motion
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 15:06:17 +0000