The silver clouds of moonrain
My mirage of the shadows,
My glutten of thy latitude
Heavens showered heartless symphonies
But you were there ,
In all latitudes,
In all treasures,
In all immortals,
In all survivals,
In all hopes,
In all ruthless scars,
In all rubies,
In all momentaries,
In all tears,
In all marvels,
In all meteors,
In all demons.
You were there,
Beside me,
Shining my armour
Drifting my legacy from thy serenity
Away.
Far away.
Somewhere near the Porsche sunset
The erratic cyclone marks it's erotica.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone 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...
