Sweet sensation of discrete contemplation, Pages flick like jungle - TopicsExpress



          

Sweet sensation of discrete contemplation, Pages flick like jungle leaves, Digits in their humble sheets, A mirrored ball of generation, soured by self, Then reduced to fine malted liquor, On the shelf in the life chosen by reason. Traditional dress-code labeled and formed, Serious eyes and a sense of forlorn, Sighing moments and secluding in the pause, A new severance, a new open door, And perhaps goodnight, But the sun will rise, Morning will fathom from the brightening skies And the flame of passion shall outshine the stars.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 23:12:26 +0000

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