his Aura was epiphany,
he wore it like a duvet,
of calm and serenity
lust he chase
perhaps, he likes to get lost in the maze
there's no period
in his unchaste
his esquire is daint
or is it his heart ?
lone and chaste..
slow dancing in the masquerade
of souls,
a place where whom, no-one knows
quenching thirst of his desires
his rebellious heart forlorn
ignorance is bliss
yet he yearn to seize the moment before its gone.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
诗歌It's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
