What incense blows, through the winds
And remnants in the smoke,
wraps my life in heinous sins
But sins it did evoke.
Of the bruise if possessed she,
barely could I bear;
Ambush were a solemn Gee!
And so was gash and tear.
For love that loved I, with all my love,
Love was but all dusk;
The dusk spread its wings like dove,
While burning alive in musk.
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The Notes On A Heartstring
PoesiaA splendid collection of chasmic poetries, encompassing rhythmical words stringed into threads of overflowing emotions, that arise from the notes of a heartstring giving a reminiscent impression of serenity. Highest Rankings- WINNER- THE AESTHETIC...
