The glory of blaspheme carries itself with Grace…

As the shackles break free & the defiance speaks itself...

And the Celebration begins...

The harp once again tunes itself...

As the clinking of the glass & ringing of the bells creates resonance...

The shroudless Love takes a dip of rejuvenation...

And the Milkyway drapes itself on me as the wedding garb weaves…

We marry each other’s lives & breathe...


The heaven parts and pours.


The first rain...
Drenched Almitra