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- Caramel Chimeras at sharepoetry
When a delirious mind ambles / Through a plethora of reveries, / In a rummage for the atrium / Where evanesce quandaries; / A mirage of winsome chimeras / Is poured onto the brown veil, / Like a ballerina incited by the / Syrah in some - The cadenza of life at sharepoetry
The grandiose abstract opus of / An ethereal euphony of candor, / That no flowing sheet of canvas / Nor muslin enrobed in splendor, / Would ever thrive in embedding. / No gust of the unruffled maiden / Nor blaze of the golden sphere, / Could - Symphony of love at sharepoetry
A spoonful of moonlight / A slice of fluttering silence, / Words imprisoned and all so / Drenched in a lingering essence - / The forbidden essence of love. / / Some words are mingling, / With the song of my heart, / Some fading, shying aw - Losing my sang-froid at sharepoetry
A meek voice is drowning / Amidst a deafening silence / Slowly and silently / Withering away secretly... / / A new sun ascend / The night sky during the / Last hours of darkness, / Tearing apart the shadow / Of grotesque sanity and / - Insane Tonight at sharepoetry
Oh you insane winds! / What fun do you get in / Dancing with the pages / Of my cold blue diary? / You make them toss and / Swish about in a silent rage. / As if teasing my dark past / And unseen blue tomorrow. / / I hold those few pages - Holding onto the colors at sharepoetry
Drenched in the morning rain / And exhausted after the / Day’s long monotonous run, / I lay back in a pensive mood / On the old brown couch. / / It’s late in the afternoon / And the rain has ceased. / But the howling winds, still wild - Song of a fading innocence at sharepoetry
/ In the endless sea of innocence / Deep within an infant's eyes, / Drifts the unsinkable ship of / Truth, as if never to sink and die. / / Silent, serene and sincere – his / Peaceful eyes can be described; / But this only defines his to - Essence of life at sharepoetry
My words mingle with my thoughts, / As I impassively stare at the very / Distant destination I'd long sought. / My soul wrapped in a sheet of fury. / / A new sun had smiled down on me / Everyday, for the past eighty springs. / But I, trapp - A perishing sangfroid at sharepoetry
A meek voice is drowning / Amidst a deafening silence / Slowly and silently / Withering away secretly... / / A new sun ascend / The night sky during the / Last hours of darkness, / Tearing apart the shadow / Of grotesque sanity and - Awaken from slumber at sharepoetry
