It keeps changing its shapes and adopts different forms but it's always there..
Morns help it spruce up...
and condense it's calling...
while the fire releases itself..
thwart and beyond the skies....
whispers screech, gestures point..
stang-er rustles disappoint..
yearnings go unrestrained..
things turn into a delphic elf..
life..but..sustains.. and..never dies...!
Poetry by sadaf
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Written on 2019-11-05 at 07:42
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H.O.P.E
In the dreary sunken mires...Morns help it spruce up...
and condense it's calling...
while the fire releases itself..
thwart and beyond the skies....
whispers screech, gestures point..
stang-er rustles disappoint..
yearnings go unrestrained..
things turn into a delphic elf..
life..but..sustains.. and..never dies...!
Poetry by sadaf
Read 601 times
Written on 2019-11-05 at 07:42
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