Love In The Shadow Of The Goddess (Shiva) Poem by mehmet alagoz

Fur was in love with a dash more colorful.
Incense was burned only hope
Shiva's lap.

Shiva, fell free of dirt when Ganj'a
children corrupted pickled for winter
color feast in spring colors were granted,
grass green, sky blue, taprak coffee, the sun is red.
In the hands of a wonderful virgin spring table.

View had not yet flowing to love was an electron
palpitation of the heart was examined new season
intermittent sidewalk in sloyly walk.

Girls with exotic colors and cet Downloads
bee hunting birds in the Casanova
extracts were racing to play.

Indians love to see her name
third eye wore
On the day of the men had bees converging lenses
That night, deep into the land
their ego looked lively with promises of poppies.

Shiva, holding the hand saw
land to be dreams, has turned into ashes phoenix
than in the magic alchemy.
Love thirsty lips
first arid moist cracks
Has left the French kiss.

Shiva at the end of the spring awakening,
A rituelle cold ash,
Winter plumage puffed into the soil was sprinkled.

Shiva, the last love
day of the sun has earmarked platonic
has replicated every day for the passion
minutes in the account.