What is poetry,
if not the sand beneath the sea?
When dawn comes,
what sets us free.-
let me help you
heal a little more;
let me break a dawn
in your heartbreak;
//chances
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January 21, 2k18
As the mist inspissates,
bedimming the vision around,
my hope for you becomes
amorphous and vague.
As the clouds grow tenebrous,
so does the welkin of my heart
with your tortorous absence.
And as the day shrivels,
deprived of light, so does my life,
provoking prolonged obscurity,
without you in it.
Winter's a de trop season
for forlorns like me,
foolishly awaiting the dawn
of utopian wonder.-
I wait for the dawn these days !
It gives me a reflection of her eyes!-
eyes have started melting
screen looks blurred now
night dissolves my soul
control ain’t my own
will shine and run again
when it’s dawn, all dawn-
With the change in dusk to dawn, some unknown scripts are always made to hid behind the dusky clouds;
With a hope of dawn to unveil those with wings high !!-
Hey moon,
I can't love you a little less ever,
Even if I flake up waiting for you
And rise up while seeing the dawn !-
At the far end of the night
While the moon hides behind clouds
The sun rises and the dawn
Smiles at the last star...-