The Last Mourning
The Last Mourning
The Sun and the Moon were held within the cradle of his black irises
as the tears rained down like the dying star dust pearls.
Are you a fan of mythology, scattered and mindless ramblings? Are you a person who simply sky and star gazes just to draw invisible constellations with the clouds and stars? If you are, then you are at the right place. In this world of websites and million other web pages mine is a small vent-it-out- here blog. This is my Paradise Lost and wishing that this doesn't become your Wasteland, I welcome you all to the world of Far Fetched musings filled with Lifeless Abstractions.
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