

19 - AzimutHeat does not die within me, I sleep under the soil.19 - Azimut
When marble melts, and becomes silver ether, I align the sun with my wide-opened eyes.
I am filled with atmosphere, Weather listens to my word.
When I am left with no lover, no friend, no family, I will still have my fangs, my claws, my spikes.


18 - RemainsThe nightingale does not sing. The trees are hollow. The wind does not blow. The bear slumbers. The wolves stay in hiding. The crawlers sleep in the soil. The waters do not flow. The leaves are dead. The flowers do not bloom. The rain does not fall. The hills are weak. The lake is empty. The statue is silent.18 - Remains
There is nothing. There is only the night terror, And the sun is still pierced.


17 - Change of WaysThere is a watermill, close to my home, which had been put out of use, a while ago, due to its poor conditions.17 - Change of Ways
Yesterday, I heard it churning, from as far as inside my shelter. I ran up the stream, to see for myself, it had stopped, as if it knew I were there.
I stopped and contemplated, for a few moments, until I decided to turn around, and return. As soon as I made a few steps towards home, the intriguing sound of wood grinding started again.
I quickly faced the mill about, it had stopped turning again.
so i went to a lebanese deviant's page and 3and kell deviant im finding another lebanese deviant..!i found u ..euh..somewhere
anyway..
nice to "catch u"!
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