syllabic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush
Beauty is something we see with individual eyes, deep within our soul,resides attraction,waiting ,asleep yet longing to be aroused; Our need to be recognised, a desire to recognise, reciprocate and hold close subtle scents,inherent and so universally held; A certain something unique, intercourses between eyes, a novel read by a glance in seconds,might last a lifetime indelibly imprints,love; Only time,can reveal imperfections of conceit, when ego retreats and aborts the frail foetus in pools of recrimination. syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush
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