It doesn't cease...The pain Life's harbours in abyss. Every eulogy sounds abysmal . Every testament curses Satan . Ocean-faced shadows narrates the tropical storms. The dissolved night-mares once blamed those restless turmoils for chaos... Why care if Shoe-laces rebel against being Tied... For We all eventually fall___ Fall in the darkest depths of L∅VE The Winds that carry sounds , often befriends storms too... Wind is feminine,for I say so... Wrenches heart , opens up wounds; At times,helps spread to the Shady corners, an aroma of beloved , promising enough to pierce through the coldest realms. Holocausts turn to holograms marking purity in Scarred Souls. It's all Feminine.Everything narrows down to being the one ,which was once claimed a KEEPER ! Darkness never deceives, For Peach Dark Clouds urge Revival of Deserts. Aftermath 101