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Vanilla Charisma
Walking together entwined in the moonshine,
you whispered the tune of the autumn breeze.
Your enigmatic smile, the mirage of illusion,
sparkled in my stellar sky of yearning.
When the freezing wind of discontent blew,
your insipid lips curled like wilted flower petals.
The diaphanous mist of makeover shrouded you,
blenched you of all colors, and diluted your aroma.
At the mellow sunset under pallid twilight sky,
I walked alone in your ashen garden path
in the meadow of unblossomed buds,
emiting ordinary smell unexciting.
My fuzzy sense of frozen fervor lingered
in the crevice of your remote heart so pale.
With the thousand candles of burning desire
I tried then to brighten up your vanilla charisma.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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