Sayaa Uchii - I, exasperated

The terrible deity, the wind, hurling all that
Was cared for. The cruelty of fate separates and
Shreds all that was loved; or hated.

Love, the Janus heart, the frivolous youth
Or, the sagacious senility. One hand
Holding the blue rose, and the other holding
A skull.

The turbulence shakes the sound minds and
Desiccates the soul in exchanged for
A singular moment of glory

and bliss.

Sayaa Uchii

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