It's been a year since mine last snowy post. The same location of the last year. But, it's not the same place. It's not the cold lifeless mountain I remember. Sparrows are chirping. Birds are singing. Waterfalls are meloduios. Foxes are running in the woods. The sky is blue and the snow is so soft, so delicate, so white; Like the cheeks of a young lass. I love these Sacred mountains from the western Caucasus to the far eastern realms of Khurasan. I love every tree, every stone. Perhaps I myself am in love. Something warm inside my heart. ...
Wandering in the palace and this poem in my head, someone special in my mind; Her black hair, like silk long and flowing. Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure. Her sword by her side, ready to strike. Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart of the Fire Dragon. On the firery chariot, riding with her armies, Went my Perisan Queen. ( #history#mythology (
All around, everywhere you look, is dullness and uncertainty. Even something born of beauty soon leads to boredom and banality, commonplace, the human ritual, the tedious rhythm of life. ( #iran#damavand )
How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground And how we found The same old fears Wish you were here ( #pinkfloyd#homesick )
Death hidden amongst every fresh face, Eating away at hearts, minds, souls. Slowly she too will fade away; consumed. Opulent savage beauty amongst decrepit forms, Left to be everlasting roses in the battlefield. Absences and grievances causing current solitude: Till death do us part; till now do us weep... Ears ringing, self deprecating: head, desolate. ( #desolation#demolition
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in. ( #leonard_cohen #happyforyoubrother )