Darkness At Noon
The sable noon’s hues part the glow
When your form coils into a shadow
Impaired by whiffs in a forest
As twisted leaf gnarls on its breasts
Layered, bleak gaze avoid our plight
Beneath old trees, I find no delight
From summer’s heat reeking of woes;
Lamenting vows that decompose.
Branches thirst for a glistened sun
Mirroring frail ardor, undone
While the ravage of time’s dismay
Ensnares lost destiny, to slay!
Dr. Ram Mehta's Darknes At Noon
by nette onclaud<
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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