The Missing Torch
Stepping out from the burrow
Scratching the hidden persuasion
The soul which has long groaned in solitude
Will it be re-confined to the misery?
One who awakens by the brittleness of elegy
Eroded by the existence of sinless soul
For a moment it became oblivious to time
For a moment it elapsed in whispers
Struggled within the beauty of madness
This soul seems like lost in its way
Drown in the scenes of life
Asleep in the dungeon of resignation
Helpless...
In the starless night
The soul summoned on a journey of trust
Riding on the wings of my bare thoughts
And flown to the sky of my poetic side
Longing for my discreet passion
The immortal torch ignite
Caressing the tail of my frozen muse
Melt the nectars of the ripe words
Which now, sated
Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2014
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