Santader

I walk through the snow

I dance alone on the sides of rivers

Pearl-like snakes hiss in ultimate bliss

The reverie of intangible quality

To pass by the sacred echelons

To open stacks of love

To postpone the viral nets of carbon-like cohesion

I flirt with the wind of golden kings

In oblivion but of the outmost melodic waves

There where I once was…I come to taste the amethyst glitter

And in faith…silently…grandness flows over me.