A little too in love, they are!
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Four hands were entwined like an inextricable filigree,
Begging of togetherness and lifelong amity,
Hands that once reeked of grace and elegance,
Had now turned into a plexus of vehemence and passion.
To sheath their love from the external strife.
Eyes that once reflected of tenderness and affection,
Teary and blood shot, they were now burning balls of the scarlet fire,
Lips that parted to let out elixir,
Were now expelling prayers and gasps and oft venom.
What must they do?
For they were destined to be separated, this time.
What should they do when trapped by the Universe?
For now, they were two different bodies,
Entwined in only one soul!
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The Poetoscope
PoetryPoetry + Kaleidoscope = Poetoscope (A new word that I made up!) Poetry and Kaleidoscope both could be interpreted to be somewhat parallel - Interesting, distinctive, persuasive and artistic! Hence I feel this amalgamation is dignitary, forsooth. Hen...
