Feel the wind rush through your hair as it tries to leave a trace of its lonely existence, a cool breeze in your face making you want to fully give in to the bliss of the sacred moment that will never happen again
Feel the wind rush through your hair as it tries to leave a trace of its lonely existence, a cool breeze in your face making you want to fully give in to the bliss of the sacred moment that will never happen again.
Feel the water of a million fountains cuddle the exposed body of a virgin, your skin tenses up with the sensation given from the arctic embraces of this lost paradise never seen by the eye of mortal men.
Feel the rage of earth beneath your bare feet as valleys of a thousand red roses emerge and carry you away into the never ending distance.
Feel the wrath of fire as it lights your way into the deepest corners of your soul, exposing your true self, it as an arrow strikes you in very heart revealing the meaning of passion, lust and love.
You stand alone now, feeling nothing but emptiness inside you, everything is gone now like a vision sent from above leaving no trace of its subsistence.
You wish to die, to leave this world of sadness, to be able to feel again and never to parten with that very moment, the moment when you felt yourself Alive