Friday, November 21, 2025

Churn of silence


Oh you slurred confessions...

betrayers of the lovely confusion!

dearer to me, than the clarity.

Standing still, shattered, see through

This moment is ticking

longer than the eternity.


Accross the scarced approach field

"We the ends"  closely veiled.

Breathing in the lonely palace.

Ah! Those breachy touch of rosy pallets..

Distressed embosom enveloped in proximity

imploded the guarded everlasting chastity 

 

Glued to the green eyes,

My vision remains paired in the past

Clearer though misty.

hands are coupled, ever holding you

with ever lingering caress

filled with you but thirsty.

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