Illusion
The scales read a destiny .
Couldn't infer if it assembled wreckage.
Living is dying.
Love is still assaulted in those wooden beds
Ecstasy emanates from grotesque faiths.
They define and lie .
Revere the paradox and feed the lust
nothing exist ..
Ahead lies everything in shambles.
Copyright © Bishnu Bhusal | Year Posted 2010
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