My hands are cold, And feet blistered from The bite of the ice, I have been walking Barefoot on this frozen Landscape, my nails are bloody As I pushed to claw into the Ice, trying to make my path uphill, I was a tree that yielded golden fruit, Basking in the kiss of sun, my thousand Leaves thousand lips of velvet to drink His essence in, now here I am, wondering Will I see the sun again, there is no Smoke, but I feel a fire still burning in My heart, for even when I am without My leaves and the cruel clouds hide my Beloved from me, I can still taste him Even as my mouth goes dry, and bereft, I wait, dragging myself through this Age of ice, I wait, fighting this onslaught Of snow, I wait, I wait for the first bird To sing, I push my roots through the ice, And I wait, because the earth and I are same,
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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Witnessed by the moon and night was the bloody dance between the dragons, while they itch to devour each other's life strings, sending each to eternal sleep.The vibrant colors of the heated flames that roared from their throats, monsterous wings that shivered the clouds near by, those golden orbes preying for each other's weakness. Marked was that war fought between the dead and the alive ;ruled were their hearts with fear and clouded with hopes were their minds.