He waited,
and awaited long
Before dusk
finally entered and soothed
His scars,
for dawn being cruel, light made him sick
Darkness brought
him peace, bared himself he did not shy
For a
thousand lies he would not cry, but just a wish
To kiss the bearer
of moments; the moon, white poison
And let it
dilute his blood, get high before descends the sun, ever again.
~ Praveen Parasar
This appeals to my melancholic heart
ReplyDeleteglad it could do that...Thanks!!! :)
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