Rivers of blood, mountains of corpses;
Landscape filled with armed forces.
In the lust of power, Man, the mindless conqueror,
Was killing his own brother.
I’m the mother of emotions that soar high in your mind’s sky,
I’m the one that comes to you and goes in the flash of your eye.
Fantasy is merciful,
Dancing on the fringe of a sea cliff;
The kiss of the ephemeral breeze is worth more
Than traipsing along the road stiff.
She is as gentle as the wind and as fiery as a lioness,
Dare not call her fragile, nor take for granted her kindness.
Around the corner where lovers camouflage,
Around the corner where subtlety lurks,
Around the corner where dimensions expand,
Around the corner where unexplored avenues begin.