Subdued scents

Our heart sought a rhythm known to soul alone but its blush was hushed under ego’s weight, so what echoed was a dull baritone, of dark desires that refused to abate. Love’s rainbow adorned a part of the sky, sublime work of art yet judged incomplete, since voids in space continued to defy pure intent emoted by heart’s bliss beat. Duality, a canvas contorted, offers us not taste of the noumena, with all manifestations distorted, in dance of shadows as phenomena. Be this as it may, love seeks no echo, as radiance of the sun, we all know.