The broken cloak and the caressing damsel. pink powder of her face dissolves.. the tress over her bling white top..Gone, gone, gone. . Persona and the sanguinary feel laced up to her thighs. Toppling the empty space between the two..Human earth now got a aggrandise burden as if it hurt the fragile hands..Splattering though out on the sleeping evening. laden personified with the truth. luminous excluding griping of the human cry. The water dwells pseudo transformation and queries that flickers the human visionary.. herald the clichéd aqua carnival.. the barren earth feels contrite but poor she .... . the brimming up shadow to the call of dusk ..bleeding poems from the crust of mother earth womb.. the awareness of silence. the exuding carnivals with the dying sun. The fragrance of nocturnal hours with the petrichor. swifter and pervading tardy. beckoning the divinity to grace it with a clandestine love...

compose all these into a book....they good pieces really.
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