Hasty millennium branches,
Momentous shining lay finery,
Towering echoes numb,
Mists play and rainbows drenched,
In clouds full of sadness,
Behind the eye,
Oozed to rain,
Used to bleed,
Companies of my treasurous run…

Gust, to my utter lust,
Profoundly as just,
Much like a wonder again,
Casting and deforming,
Icy, the slayed,
And flakes soft, the nibble,
Cats and mice,
Dogs and dollars,
Joining the parade,
I planned to read,
A sentence of whimsical joy,
Perhaps the admirable beauty,
Broken and destroyed,
My wheel in narrow lane,
Walking tensed,
Streets empty, cold men,
Hotter women and the rest,
Disgustipated, torn,
Broken, I close my eyes!

Confronted on a weekly ling,
Wander to the sing,
Perfumed glory,
Tweaked injuries,
And the third one,
Mystical refineries,
The oil’s my soul,
Lamb the body,
Burn now, burn quick,
For the fire I longed to see, is me!

Where’s your magic now?
Dead already?
I see, you have a word,
I have the cord,
Stung in completeness,
Nurtured in boils,
Fiery eyes,
Endless ties,
But See the burn,
The apt churn!
Today and always,
Hence, your creations,
Discarded my legions.
It burns, you see it shine,
The son walks home,
Ample a day in darkness,
For your soul seek,
Then let it be the trust,
Until I see you rust!



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