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The musk of a petal
The meddle of the moon over yonder
The peddle of the swoon when it’s squandered
The eyes in the blinding of hours
The surmise of the winding of dour
Dust spurned the musk of a petal
Lust turns to crust as we settle
Cages amidst pages of riddance
Gauges our stages in pittance
The peddle of the swoon when it’s squandered
The eyes in the blinding of hours
The surmise of the winding of dour
Dust spurned the musk of a petal
Lust turns to crust as we settle
Cages amidst pages of riddance
Gauges our stages in pittance
Published 14th Nov 2024
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I feel like a remorse scented after some lines,woven with intricate delicacy as to not being widely unveiled..Bu the language is always flawless proof of a literary mastery.
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for sharing
