his Aura was epiphany,
he wore it like a duvet,
of calm and serenitylust he chase
perhaps, he likes to get lost in the maze
there's no period
in his unchastehis esquire is daint
or is it his heart ?
lone and chaste..slow dancing in the masquerade
of souls,
a place where whom, no-one knowsquenching thirst of his desires
his rebellious heart forlorn
ignorance is bliss
yet he yearn to seize the moment before its gone.
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Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt'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.