Burning sunset

In a grassy rock, my father was looking for the lands... The sunset, in the sea, was making a burning atmosphere of peace and holy love... the love... the love was shining in his heat, and in mine... my heart whitch beating as a crasy stallion in the great hill... He was beating for the young... the peacefull, the perfect... the so cute and gorgeous... so fine lioness... this lioness...
My father knew that... and with all his respect, all his greatness, he didn't speak me about it... he knew and he gived his benediction...
Proud lion in pride lands... Adah... I hope you will live forever...

© Lunëwen