The streets behind you are not the same....there is no ...copper sound...of your footsteps...The grass is tired from ... the playful wind with the twists and turns, everything is in green waves...
The mountains fell into their cool...evening...it was pouring down...the last of the day...sun caresses...Like mischievous ...cat's paws...shadows danced...on the ...asphalt...stage...
My eyes sank into a dark blue...and became oily...My hair with a...flash of metallic...moon..beam...stands out...
The puddles quieted...by this miracle...break out. like little...lotos...
How could I, in their eyes, look around... and feel that breeze... of freedom... of the faraway... to dream of Meru... and the wisdom of avatars...
In my universes there are no orbits and ...lost...particles...from someone's glance...
Only kindness...and....no retrograde....all were born...on the same day...and I gifted them...with their....infinity...
Life is not only about being beautiful...it's about being good...
Being an open book...no statute of limitations...
May Themis never judge you...nor you...
Condemned to eternal hell are those who...wander my universe...and...have no home...bad persuasion... they don't know...the good...and noble....
For them I do not have my good gravity….
© Saraswaty-Lilith