Mocking the Dead
Scintillating night shimmering between the stars
darkness host flaunting loveliness
concealing and exposes wield power
encouraging serpentine walks to manifest themselves.
The nascent scent of sandalwood flows, does it mock the dead.
In the midst of midnight mystic twilight
two lovebirds sing mid purple and mauve wisteria.
Silence gently fades in an infinite cascade
Warm fraternal embrace of a blazing moon
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid.
Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away.
We are filled with passion in beauty of poetry that is full of life.
Do we stay alive because of it?
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