Blood-perished marble sings
forsaken rhapsodies of old
and brings back, once again,
the kings and queens and bitter questions
of human conscience
to life,
which night would cover.
Away! Away with looming crows,
and breathless, vociferous
above the icy stillness -
the taking back of each and every word:
Beguiling me to gracefully surrender
to river upon river,
misty-eyed,
To where the thousand skies
are filtered into thousand kisses,
to where the fading shivers
of a candlelight
upon your face and face are
but a passing.
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Submission Name: Upon your face and face
