Disperate Blossom
Holding you near is fulfillment,
grasping your hands makes different,
clashing wind tells how it meant.
Ascetism, finding it that way.
Burning midnight oil to astray,
touching the aroma each day.
Painting jars of shedding waters,
climbing walls of nagging fears,
bearing all wants of owed dears.
Solitude of blue candlelights,
thorny roses of stormy nights,
sharp-edged lightning fights.
A raw deal of moonshine,
creates scars in the face, so fine.
The time-of-lights that line.
Defining yell of the silence
to suffer for consequence
and guard with thousands fence.
grasping your hands makes different,
clashing wind tells how it meant.
Ascetism, finding it that way.
Burning midnight oil to astray,
touching the aroma each day.
Painting jars of shedding waters,
climbing walls of nagging fears,
bearing all wants of owed dears.
Solitude of blue candlelights,
thorny roses of stormy nights,
sharp-edged lightning fights.
A raw deal of moonshine,
creates scars in the face, so fine.
The time-of-lights that line.
Defining yell of the silence
to suffer for consequence
and guard with thousands fence.
posted by LYUE @ 8:36 PM
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