•°•°•°•°•°•°•Temple, curtains, petals, trunk, valley, mountains, bay, cave, bud, and stems...
He colored all of them with his fingers, tongue and tarse.
The way he uses those magical strokes to color my ashen life
is divine, sacred and brief.
Spilled were the love all over the form,
vignatting our bond.
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The raw feeling...
YOU ARE READING
Melody Of Night
PoetrySome description of love, desire, And secrets are going to unfold. A book, which will have my (not gonna show anyone) poetries listed in it. So bibliomaniacs plunge into, have a great poesy time.