by Inky Niks
Your body bleeds,
as you feel tired & lifeless.
Weeping out tears of folks
You are groping lost!
You had imbibed poisons or dumped many boring dopes into the showers of their wounds
"It isn't the anger of your lovely fate,
Rather than feeling too cheerful in your bliss,
— A certain art, shadow Approach from the strings
Heatwave is sung with elegance in a melodic scene of a golden smart pine sea of your innumerable darkness.
O within a luxe real ale! that zonked for many years in the deeply buried symphony,
Wines of black roses & pastoral coloured, squirming, vocalizing in the troubadour's way, and playing until you are clogged!
O within a glass jar filled with the toasty Autumn, replete of the aura glowing muses, all fringed waves fluttering on the fuselage, the cheeks darkened ruddy;
As you guzzle and vanish unheeded,
but with hearts flee forever into the gloomy magical epitome:
Dilute, melt away, and completely disappear the gloom.
Everything you have ever glimpsed among all weedy souls,
As they listen to your deep sigh;
That the last couple, mournful colourless curls are shaken by dwarfism,
when beauty fades & faints, becoming colourless and eerie;
T'was nothing but erotic "SILENCE"
that was wounded with Hawky Six Swords!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nikita is consistently detected as captivated by a book, and it is very plausible that she is reading a spiritual suspense theme. Her bucket list has always included writing poetry and non-fictional works, and with Caged Memories, it ultimately came true. She writes under the pseudo name Inky Niks. Nikita loves to explore paradise well outside existence, do surveys, listen to music, and otherwise spends way too much time writing research articles when she isn't engrossed in the most recent thrilling page-turner. Along with her extended family, she resides in India.
Last updated November 12, 2022