saad-khan

Every thing that lives will one day wither. Every one who sings will one day whimper. Even the brightest fires will lose their luster. And still, naked roses dare to bloom. And still, baby birds sing by

In an ancient land there lived a man built of stone. Shimmering rubies were his bones. He counted life with the birth and death of suns. Knew not a single joy nor the sweetness of a kiss. Such fumes of