Compendious description of your soul
Will be couched by me
Your long light jacket with a Hood…
Your crimson cagoule will embrace two of us.
While looking for your contemporary statue
I convulsed for having come across your cairn
How could the calciferous cairn turn a tough heart?
Like a cantankerous old woman cantering along to nonknown.
The concatenation of events of my life triggered my conation in a chaparral.
There was no clairvoyance.
So needed to clamour.
The whole caboodle I had was crammed with concordance into my blood cells.
Letting the heart turn into crucible will not be christened any more.
Please,give me a hand and
Draw the picture of my catafalque.
I am not your landscape.
I am not the woman that you engrossed to watch.
Not to think on it.
I decided to be a river flowing flawlessly.
Flawlessness,I sacrificed my life on it.
For what? Knowing it is just choice.
I have become so vivid from vicarious experinces.
Not longing for being a sea glorifying
Not longing for a man being ferocious.
Liked by him, but not loved by
For the first time in my life, I decided to play with fire.
Valiant enough to burn in it.But how can I burn a man that he has already gone ashes.
By puffing an new emotions to him?
Still don’t know??
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