The Bell Ringing Woman Analysis

When I presented my mind to ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ — unconcealed, she applauded and insured more visions of insight in high configuration. I determined it was an Imaginary flambeau, which guided me to far worlds of wonders. Whilst reaching the heart of Europe I noticed the world had changed into an odd and eccentric track. Religion became the shake scene of the universe.

The chariot of ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ approached the eastern part of Germany; it was above the crowded Berlin. When she commanded, the horses did a sudden halt and rested above the area where an angry mob moving towards a few aggressive people and their supporters. ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ made me invisible with her incomprehensible power.

‘Was that a riot?’ I asked to ‘The Bell Ringing Woman’ fearfully.

She settled my mind

Like the roots of a secret tree, mystic and grown wide, and long. How can I miss her?

You loved spring, when you felt the first hast of it, you informed me that you had to travel, to wander round the Earth like a wandering cloud floats in the magic air and you unveiled all the secrets of life that you went through.

I was always eager to hear your philosophy with my enchanted ears; the inventions of your songs that gladden me in all the cells of my imaginations. Music, you had and muse was your kingdom, the Divine tunnel that connected our nostalgic thoughts that swam into the myriad shorelines of Life.

Spring was your last wonder, when you loved the flowers of different fragrance and you caressed them like Love birds that warbled from the top of some clustery mossy tress. How great that Love adored your spring and Muse, same as our love letters that conveyed the rich emotions.

Now the clouds started to gloom in the skies, same as our thoughts that we are going to part-away in a dreary evening. We had to put away our emotional state and seek our new life ahead.

We had to