MUSIC
HE is a drummer.
When HE strikes the sticks on the heavenly drums,
stars shed sparks off,
constellations scatter their lights
across this ancient universe.
We call it life.
HE calls it MUSIC......
PARADISE PERTURBED
In the rain soaked night, Even the scaly arms of nightmare lose their rigidity. The foams of waves Spread across the wide stretched sandscapes. Grains of night dissolve. An impregnated ocean flares up. The windmill awaits instruction. Unwelcome footprints emerge. They stab the serenity.
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