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Cidered leaves on the apple tree ---
Quite a pretty fallacy on her eyes.
Be-fooled by the beloved !
They blinked twice in the Twilight blaze ;
Hazeled and Hazy.
Scarlet Red under the lascivious shade.
Could it bring agony
on the cuckoo's mind? ---
Intuitions indeed .
It sat on the tree behind the leaves,
How beautiful did it sing !
Not many could hear and see.
She stood and listening
The Mellifluous Touch
Hushed and pleased.
" Oh ! What a beautiful music thou sing "
Lusting, Frivolous Desires.
But for the song ,
I'm lost in the labyrinth
of her broken watch.
' Tempus Fugit '
On his Snitch golden wings
Chained to the rhythm.
YOU ARE READING
The Secret Silence
Poesia" we are the masters of unsaid words but slaves of those who let slip out " . Poetry beholds tempestuous emotions, brooding desires that humans find it difficult to express.
