For which every thing destroyed,
Means that which something is made.
Whereupon lies the fountains of youth,
Sprinkles down upon with old.
The spite of anguish sparks
The calm of humble memoirs.
Under the sparkles of the dress
Lies the gleam of her skin.
Above the hell of the world
Reveals the beauty of the horizon.
Adjoining entities to bond in love,
As if they're the jovial nature of waterfalls.
Crashing, elapsing, splashing, smooth.
Or the magnanimous mountains.
Rough, fragmented, torn, rigid.
Everything and nothing are the same thing.
For which we have destruction,
Means creation sits beyond its vileness.