The sun set in the vivacious daylight
Glorifying the nectar of peace within
We see our hands open to sarcastic thirst
Quenching our existence we die
We live for fragility, for tranquillity
He lives for metallic symmetry
I carve your fingers on the painted Brazil
She outlines her sceneries for world unsettled
She dies a million deaths before she's alive
He encounters endangered eccentricity
The peacock showers the roses on words hollow
Empty lives signify potential , ensembling statures
They die at the mourning dusk
He lives till the last leaf rejects peace
Tranquillity sees it's mascara
Aromaticity gives in to the new moonshine
The maroon satire takes away longevity
Velcro on the moon holds the flying faith
Open to escape she goes
He gives the grass camphor
Grenade faces the gerund
Kites end at sensex.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoesíaNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
