He was a lilac sky,
She was his canvas.
He let his hues spill over her,
Only to find himself saturated into her.
His dark hues couldn't help
but seep onto the canvas too.
They spilled and splashed,
Onto the canvas until there was nothing left,
but the darkness.
And they were never found again.
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The Midnight Abyss
Poetry(HIGHEST RANKING IN POETRY - #35 ; as on 4th April'17) A perfect blend of serenity and solace, all taking the shape of a freelance poetry. The beautiful journeys of the roads not yet discovered, heartbreaks, newly found love, the highs, the lows, r...
