Murky Clouds

Gentle translucent dew drops

brought along murky clouds

on grey chariots of northern winds

taking me in their mighty clutches 

tossing, spinning me to the

dimensions of the other world, 

as rays of amber Sun descended

on the eclipsed horizons, the  

mighty chariots of Northern winds  

froze in eternity and I once again

came back from the hell! 


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    • Thanks Count, when I was penning poem the thought of chariot on winds came to my mind, I couldn’t help but write about it! I know you enjoy myth and legend and I’m totally honored that I could impress you 😁 .There is something about the unseen realms that seem to excite me 🙂

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