My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
Tag: soul
Idealist Of Luminance
An abstract chutzpah accentuates through the facile brush strokes as she paints on the hackneyed scribbles, The loitered moments initiate the imaginations, whilst the dynamic days fructify an artistry, To see an entire new world she fought against the domination like a rebel, The unbridled dreams are fluttering like the blue morphos, What she has…
Live Forever
You’ve become the brightest star,who’s too far away from the Milky wayAnd I don’t have the power tobring you back homeMy ears were yearning to hearyour voice, before we weredivided by the heaven’s cloudsBut this departure has been well planned by the unapologetic betrayal of timeNow I’m bearing the guilt withno more tears to cry…
