01 | shadows
// when I was gazing at her eyes, she's gawking back at me. As if some tranches can't deduce her steps. Faltered, faltering, falter, faltering. The red beaming glow is illuminating the dark blue, as if someone's there to whisper. Whispering a new hue of ranging eyes, her gazing is getting lingered there. And in that momentarily form, I say distillery hand; got the flying lyrics of unsure tapering, trapped in those glass frames. And she's gone, when the moon appears in the title of vast origin. Only stays the unripe thinking, what's actually there to stay? Those blazing fireballs won't light up the horrible lies, yet the dark space wobbling behind me, is a reminder of none staying, they'll linger there for long, but not for a lifetime. //
YOU ARE READING
Mystic notions | ✎
Poetry//clattering thoughts, jumbling ruth // forever lies, forever prejudiced // fumbling fingers, dipped in dangling // [ a prose poetry collection ] ━━━━━━━━ #16 on poetry ( 03.12.2022 )
