Things I write when it rains on the edge of the universe

you know how this is;

The echo of a violin playing in the underground of Berlin swallowing a dreamer who lost his name at a bar by a narrow street with no lights.

you know how this is;

The sound of a thousand hurricanes dancing under a thousand heavens delightfully rising from the tears of a thousand suns pinned by the fist of a thousand Gods.

you know how this is;

The light of ten million stars tearing down the horizon of ten million men sailing across ten million seas flooding ten million temples built by the prayers of ten million virgins.

you know how this is; this is how intense my love is for you.
Thilleli G.