Moments of truth
laid bare,
me -
out of nowhere.
Tumultuous waves
of emotions
carve the imminent
from the immanent.
The divinity of love
unexplored;
fear rules the world -
extempore.
Love misunderstood
breeds fear,
quest to possess
repels my dear.
Clouds of thoughts
never pour into oblivion,
constant reinforcements
of mortal impediments
empower the haze,
obscure the azure
to create a disjoint mélange.
1 comment:
Love the way this goes:
"..quest to possess
repels my dear."
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