A nocieur soul walks into the nocturnal night
A lonely being on a tryst with the wind
A ubiqitous availability of hope
That forgets the loss of alaracity
Time in a trace of the lining take
The four lines thier epitome becomes
Past; present; future; procastination
Where does it come from?
The sand that hovers with the wind carrying it's stardust
From the moon sprinkling pixie dust
Making my bleeding heart fly away; into the spirals of life
Along with the revoluting earth
When the anosmic mind wanders amdist aroma and odour
Like the truce between vile and good
The redolance the time bequeaths from the evocating past
A laden letter from misery
It's aura it sent
Declined by the ambrosisal flower
Which's sweet smell lured me in
Into the land of satiety
I drew my clouds and watered them everyday
With tears and salt ; I know they forever stay
Never been a logolepsy, but, here I am lost in your words
My heart races up and down just like Thier syllables
I open my eyes and I see light
I closed them again, am I doomed?
Well known in the eyes of inscrute; it knew that the scene behind those curtains is the truth
So stick around with reality; those five words that matched my story
From that piece boiling in the couldroun; oh my heart!
I wish I wrote fate,but,here I am struggling with the words
Destiny smirked yet again! What a dismay!
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random pennings
Poetrythese are my poems...I'm no professional... I use words to describe my feelings..when u read them u feel wat I feel....real and profound...from the bottom of my soul
