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Poetry

Misery of desolate bard

Nirnimesh koted

"All the chasms in thine own life,
and still you've sewn hopes for thine own folks"
"Tell me, thou Desolate bard!
Standing over this barren land,
where thou dost grieve"
"Can a replaceable heart continues to seed love forever, even if it hath none that stayed?"
"Ah! The penniless disbelief in thy
dewy eyes,
I believe, all it stem from repercussions
Of trying to love a festering world,
"This is, all for blazing a sentient of help to a firm narcissistics"
Even for thy magnanimity stream of tears,
I fear, the atmosphere is moistured,
With no amount of empathy left to wash away your desolation
Thy waning body is afflicted with the ardor of pearls, woven altogether
In a quest for belonging.
For once in a life,
Would fortune's tide withdraw the bartender of death from thee?
Would thou be deterred from the shadow of utter desolation?
Would thou be a splendor of the temple,
to be blessed and radiant like
lovers of twin flame?








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