Hiatus
Random spirit
sketching fate
of my verses
has slept..
this light's absence
from waxless candle
instigates acrid smell
like a corpse
in search of
personal ghost
I wander,hither and thither
with arcane lamp but
in dark my self
In search of a soft glow
away from neon gods
and lachrymose faces
To pen a verse
oh just a verse to be death
of my dead verses..
sketching fate
of my verses
has slept..
this light's absence
from waxless candle
instigates acrid smell
like a corpse
in search of
personal ghost
I wander,hither and thither
with arcane lamp but
in dark my self
In search of a soft glow
away from neon gods
and lachrymose faces
To pen a verse
oh just a verse to be death
of my dead verses..
posted by Φ at 11:54 PM
4 Comments:
:)
pretty ...
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there is pleasure in pain
there is life in death
there is light in every darkness
there is sound in silence
there is a dawn after every dusk...
and there u found it
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