Written on 06th.May.2015!
(In the late middle of night)
Starred down right at into the grave of blueberry...
castles of debauchery
benumbed by an every speck of fleck of caramel cherry
plucked off of the garden of drooled berry
Nothing was there to be shown;
No-one out there but the soul, gone
I paced slowly toward her destiny, alone
& reached out beyond the edge
designed by the very hands of ‘Lord’, I felt
Alas – the time walked on...
& what just left behind was nothing but the retention, forlorn
that got fed to some darken nights
beloved by... with the radiant shades of sweet tranquil-bites.
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