Staying inside a stained glass,
Baleful gale remnant with cracks
I fear not the glass bruising me,
I only fear what if sun's rays reflects away.
I am inbetween those broken cracks,
Trying to gain hindsight for what,
The gale made.
Will the same warmth grants the luminous?
No matter how hard the gale prevailed,
How bad the cracks are made,
The hilias is admired, cherished, deared, esteemed and cared,
By chloris.
It suffocates being surrounded by,
This stained cracked glass,
Same as hilious surrounded by,
Atlas,cronos,gaia and kratos,
Here the hilias and chloris feels,
The same agony!
This chloris wishes every single dandelions that passes,
That let the chloris and Helios,
Not be parted by echthroi and,
Wishes no matter how hard, echthroi epemvaino.
The pure bond remains unchanged,
And the warmth from the "golden fire" to remain forever....
- Ayvaak ✨
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