The estranged verse cherished in love,
Is caressed in an acquisition of sorrow;
To revel in moments of has been,
But a journey awaiting better tomorrows.
Familiarity with the ins and outs of the growing grass;
Subsided in tinglings wrought of dew,
Aches for the cloudy sky; the broken morass,
Held in a heart for deprivation,
Safely sheltered from harrowing moments.
Perhaps the lonesome hour tolls willingly, Perhaps the window conceals something more permanent.
More than a feeling of irrelevant trifles;
More than a dream passing by.
Moonlight shines through a sea of absences,
So too shall the days of wilted melodies;
The garnished midnight intricacies have swallowed my heart,
Casting a willow upon graceless ebonies;
Wrinkled fingertips have grasped the body of thought,
Burrowing deep down in the goulart;
Smoking and withering values of yore,
Begetting others fear in refrain.
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Loh of Yesterday
شِعرA series of poems governing the sovereign thought within. Perhaps it's a means of fulfillment Or just another thought of cloy To me it alls seems irreverent But perhaps you may find some joy What lies within this crystalline tower Will reveal all...
