While
Breaths are indeed
Taken within
To
Be let out
In synchrony
With the beats of heart
From somewhere afar
One
Writhes to breathe;
Terror
Swallowing up
In every respect
Downfall
The prominent actuality
In one state
The start
Of burgeon
Or love
In another world
Where eyes
Hands
Lips
And hearts
Do all the talking.
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Cynosure
Poetry...Until the end of time... *** ©VioletEden2015 Highest ranking in Poetry: #226- 26th December 2015
