On a cold Christmas Saturday night,
wind rustles a kickoff of adventure in delight.
In eerie darkness is an aesthetic blinking fairy light,
where a fury of love starts to ignite.
Beneath the luminous pearl on the ocean of welkin,
standing under it seems to be in a deep ravine.
The frigid air moves in only to freeze my skin,
as I become completely still in his eyes truly serene.
This season, I'll be his sold dreams but a perfect storm,
the flames in his fantasy as they burned him warm.
Night had fallen fast upon the land, he became an art form.
The transparent gaze and the passive attraction, his petrifying charm.
The cold Christmas Saturday night ceased,
and the circus of a soulful reflection increased.
The sun blooms in the horizon, golden and strong.
Be my every color that born to radiate all along.
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My Fallen Affection
Puisi#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
