In scarlet roses of dim sweet,
Was lying a body,
In tenderness of rawness-
An intense Lust.
The deepest valleys to be explored,
In the hidden chambers.
A shy-wet aura so smelt-
to a day this far..
..I waited.
portrayal of things-so usual,
Yet in neatness of things-
An agony-a spark that stood.
Chiseled in the skill that was best,
But the exploration- lunatic-
and a chess had begun.
For as i may recall it-
as many memories I hold,
Love that seemed Lust
Nor a word- nor indebtness-
upon the journey we shall leave,
To a line no more shall I say,
Just a reminiscence-
As while, I walk-
upon these Silent Roads that are. |
Submission Name: Silent Roads
