Dirge..

Died, esoteric cries of pride, O' love, dream a might. Strode on death, how far is alive? Guffawed the abhorrence to bide. In a forest , she slumbered, Envisaged eyes, unencumbered, Story i screeched is unnumbered, Voice ,of a humbird. Dry, like a dessert, Cactus, so hassled. Why this life is not lucently castled? Does... Continue Reading →

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