There is some kind of strange melancholy and gushing pain, as the wind flows, maybe it wings with tales of uncalled dismay. The ambience, dim-lighted, heavy with darkness, weighs down the wishes.
Deep inside, I knew, the reasons, the sad tales of demise of a beloved, a guide, a comfort.
The welled-up eye, the moisten lashes, as I hid from everyone, and I meteor down from everyone’s words.
Solitude, always been a great mentor, meddling and cobbling the way I am. They sheltered me, now, today, I could feel the bite.
In a flash, my inner eyes could reel down , all the times, we were together. Togetherness, shared joy,love,sex and cries. And, in the laid way of constellation, I walk alone. I could feel the air circling around, as it tries to make a shape of her embodiment. I am silent, I don`t know how she died. I am not searching any scant knowledge, what happened . My mind, is bleak, and I am playing with the tangibility of the requisite new pain.
Days will pass, I thought. May or may not, it will balm away, my miseries……
Deep inside, I knew, the reasons, the sad tales of demise of a beloved, a guide, a comfort.
The welled-up eye, the moisten lashes, as I hid from everyone, and I meteor down from everyone’s words.
Solitude, always been a great mentor, meddling and cobbling the way I am. They sheltered me, now, today, I could feel the bite.
In a flash, my inner eyes could reel down , all the times, we were together. Togetherness, shared joy,love,sex and cries. And, in the laid way of constellation, I walk alone. I could feel the air circling around, as it tries to make a shape of her embodiment. I am silent, I don`t know how she died. I am not searching any scant knowledge, what happened . My mind, is bleak, and I am playing with the tangibility of the requisite new pain.
Days will pass, I thought. May or may not, it will balm away, my miseries……
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