As I reminisced over meadows, flowers and fireflies...
of all that I've never seen
of yellow leaves and diaphanous web,
in the season of fall
that there were,
With dawning solasta and silver lining
all the words that I've amalgamated
morphs into an aching sadness,
Tenebrosity traipses the chill of a winter's day
with solivagant eutony where gulping icicles..
quiver with zephyr's mundane zeal,
My solitude echoes a melancholic vociferous;
There abides mayhem beneath my skin
tectonic plates of worries and woebegone
pummelled like fists,
in a pernicious effort to rattle my bones
to be a self murky hurricane,
levitating on a halcyon moana
reviving summer of mellow vibes
And foreplay clutching onto the star
instead of making bombora!
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PoesíaHere'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// ^_^
