Barely rendered the overflowing passion
His thoughts stuck in a wild embrace of trickery;
stuck on her eyes blessed to let one die, resurrect
Her hair danced as the wind 's sensual call bid farewell
Like it yearned for a perfect songt
Her laughter reverberates;
dies with the echo of his heart's throb..
She— beyond wild forgetting
Remains stitched, untouched
His fingers interlace with the darkness
Bewildered with the beauty of none existence..
- Insigna
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