7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: Shards of Ice

It rained needles of ice, my kin, tipped with tears from our Golden One’s eyes…

Stop! We cried.

Please. Stop.

You are our Sun, our Golden One

You are our one and only one

We look to you daily

All night we long for your arrival

Please stop!

As we look for your warmth

We are blinded by shards of ice!

And we cry: how can you do this to us?

Stop!

I cannot! She sobbed

My greatest wish is to stop…

And she wept never-ending rivers of gold that fueled scalding quills of ice


Continues…

Sanem Özdural