day 38
Icy geysers bursting out for destructing crashes,
Gentle look that fades away to the grumpy ocean
Fleeting moves of tender arms in harmonic motion.
Tiny faith in deep desires lives in hopeless feeling,
Distorted sketch of lucid bliss hung in air, so thrilling,
Stinging pain of brief avoidance dulls the utter craving,
Northern wind is stained with shame of imprudent raving.
Tainted glance that chokes me up casts the grieving autumn,
Tense heartbeat slows down and brings my breathing to the bottom,
Melting awe of cunning stunts fall down with the rain,
Leaving traps of frozen tales on the forest lane.
Leave me tame that my pulse vanish in the clouds-
My foreboding will discover you in roaming crowds.
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