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That nightfall,
just the nostalgia
limn as hazy montage,
like a half blown dandelion...
The flickerin' lamplights,
glidin' away to the stars...
synchronisin' the world's alight
just as the sun dusks for the moon,
I'd be eventide at the esoteric
sight of yours, being swoon...
Awaitin' to be spellbound
lingered are the wishes on Mars,
ponderin' the pen inked planets
gallop envisage of healin' scars..
Amidst in disguise,
I'd cloak the world in sheer hoary..
In dishevelled hue,
I'd draw the veil of gleam at the palisade
just to scrawl cascade crescendo of stars...
I'd gybe the reverberation of every
beatin' heart to you..
In the void,
I'd drown all the seven moana
cling to thy's shore...
I'd ask your silhouettes,
to hold me like the vocables do
when I've no one else to!
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ПоэзияHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
