Tuesday, 3 December 2013

SOMEWHERE IN CIPHER - -


in far-flung vale of wild bloom, 
perhaps raining, midnight 
wind has a typical 
feel of wet 
clays’ 
smell, sleepy vision chasing -
the unseen dream of 
strange planet, 
despite 
the 
fact that you’re very near to - 
my breath, however
perception
doesn't
get 
the substructure, it floats on 
the sky path, do not
know exactly 
what’s
in mind, some thirst or a - - -
mirage confusing the 
way of ethics, a
image 
snatches my persona from -
your delicate arms,
as well as I’m 
trying to
love you, you’re moreover - -
becoming mysterious 
aura of midnight
more fervent,
more 
alluring, and that defy makes
me an ignited soul - -

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mystic moon 1