STILL NOT STONE
Silence is not a stone,
I greet but remained silent.
not frozen mountain snow,
but I knew in the still smoldering
either anger or lara,
because the heart was awake.
or roaring because of longing,
bubbled for romance.
A few seasons have passed
knows when spring arrives
when the shoots and buds blooming blush
add to the charm of the universe
and invited the beetles came to party
scatter taste heavenly
but still you keep the heritage
handheld as you desire with divine Shari'a
not by human passions
until there is proper so priest breathtaking choice.
by:octavianus sovian
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