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A story left incomplete,
Of two naive souls craving to meet,
A story of war,destruction and hate,
Of bestrewn love and atrabilious faith.
The empyrean was evanescent and effulgent,
The environ entrapped in circumvallente,
As the black smoke filled,
The gaping hole between them,
The ethereal golden glow,
Of the sunshine,
Smouldered upon them,
Nurturing them in shapes so vacant and void,
Moulding them into species of despise.
The effervescence of aflame emotions,
Over poured the valley,
Smudging it with darkness,
As words turned to ashes,
And love was just a lingering feel,
That blew past like a cold breeze,
Sweeping away the bridges between them,
As night huddled its army,
And reigned again once again,
With its black army.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
شِعر"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✔ __________________________________...
