my lands of thunder

When seeing amidst the rain and thunder I travel along sleep less nights in the vain and pleasure of cold wintery nights where only sound can be whispered.the river of cosmos sends me infinite love even in the very low temperatures of coldvand rain.being shredded in the rainbow of chilly snow powders I claim the earthly delights.swimming in the river of dolphins that produce somatic frequency and the duration of longingness and drink them.i try solemnly to reach at a passion that which is next to god or willlingness to speak.in the costly land with no robes and sweaters I flee in the melancholy of tasty wines and fragrance.