Dark mist cross over the fluttering eyelids
Crafted with threads of hurts and blues
Painting the clear sky with bizarre aura
While pain drips succumbing thy feathery heart
Witchy words dangle the leaning ears
As it moves inside, it swiftly blast the soul
Making the body cold like ice
The moment when paradox outcast the light.
(BLISTERING REMINISCENCE intaglio_azureHBC)
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Whispering Poetry
PoetryWeaving words, binding them in exquisite art of rumination for its every tune sings the mystery of life...
