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Quixotic
Our love proliferated like a wind arrow
And we hate Narcissism to its level
My myopic eyes gather clouds of love
You exacting behaviour puts dusk before me
Grew with an acrid taste;It was harsh again
To be oblivious is to be forgetful or unaware
Wipe out the mutual rancor among idle souls.
Are we making love,tonight !
And we hate Narcissism to its level
My myopic eyes gather clouds of love
You exacting behaviour puts dusk before me
Grew with an acrid taste;It was harsh again
To be oblivious is to be forgetful or unaware
Wipe out the mutual rancor among idle souls.
Are we making love,tonight !
Published 13th Mar 2015
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searching shadows thru the poem, declarative in the end.
beware the windmills, don Quixote...
beware the windmills, don Quixote...
22nd Mar 2015 9:09am
