Teralani -
By Iolanda Scripca
Love finds its way from dead magma of my Soul
We giggle on our island with seemingly
no enemies
I wonder if the Seven Sacred Pools are just an illusion
and waterfalls are
tears of joy or ... sorrow.
This is a journey of a day for Gods
-
You prove to me how weak I am in your
emerald embrace
but do not look me in the eyes when searching for Our eternity.
I do not trust these rainbows -
How can Purity regenerates from the coldness of Insanity
and still be eternally yours when I am just another passer-
Teralani -
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"A tearful nude with wings slapped by the sad beauty of her sunsets"
is missing here, today, at the burglarized Island's Art Gallery of Life...