Dry Drops

Gestures of civilised parting betray emotions of profanity when confronted by sleet of pain.Garbles of fate are prosecuted in the crucible of karma and the humane elves intend on the knowledge pastled out in the yogics fail to comprehend the script of the healr.Left confounded in the parish of the obscure cartons of the abbyss take turnkey affairs in the part of the grand drama of the self and eternal gurus are stymed in the pcituresque harizons of existence