Tell me yesterday is dead!
Let me dream of,
The twilight blooming in your eyes.
Nimbuses immured me
In the tear spilled pathway.
With wings half burnt
My mind seeks the sky you are.
Your solitude strikes me
As a scream of time
From the other end of eternity.
I trussed that solitude
In my bewildering summer dreams.
The monsoon you fear
Is exasperating in me.
When you longed for endless sunshine
I waited with rain and hail.
Instead of pampering
Did the cadaverous figures of my words
Panic you?
Realize! The origin of evil
Is from the angel’s heart itself.
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