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Two heartbeats,
One broken
One repaired.
Amidst the dark night,
Resides two souls,
One empty,
Another with a mesh of feelings carpeted in it.
The night being crony of the souls,
Engulfs the earth with its dark wings,
Preventing the scatter of sunlight.
The ethereal beauty of the perfect vacuum,
starless inky void,
Seeps through the souls.
One holds and let's the soothing silence of the night enrapture it,
Awhile,the other,
lets the reigning silence seep through the fissures
and fill in the imperfections.
The enigmatical hallucinogenic night,
Encircles the souls.
It brings in light,
The faded past of the two entities.
Irony is the fact that,
darkness gives light.
Sometimes when light becomes too bright,
it blindfolds one.
And then night remains,
As the soft rays of the Celine
Guides the way past the encroaching darkness.
The never-ending night seems to wither away,
As the chromatic rays spurts through it.
Those dark wings of twilight,
Once grown to beshield the souls,
Are now snithed away by the scorching rays,
As lay the two souls,
Both grieving and living in their miseries.
The fulvous-golden shade of the sun
Burns their scars,
As they writher under it.
Both broken,
Both mistaken,
Both scarred,
Both with miseries,
But as one sheds it,
Another fakes it.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
