Precious piety covers his face while
I`m tearing at delicately woven lace
Honest gardener works till the late hours
I deliciously debauch his innocent flowers
Creators, sustainers frown with a look of amnesia
Forgetting their brother is a worshiper of Shiva
Copyright © laszlo kecsedi | Year Posted 2013
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