The aching wings, – heavy and burdened
heave wearily through
the luxurious shades of feverish despair –
As drunken bouts of ecstasy
traces drowsy moments of bare truth
while pain mellows into pleasure.
Thousand promises of broken clasps
smoulder through the dim nerves,
thousand glittering pains scatter –
adoring the entire life in flashing moments
As shards of pricking moon
sparkles on flowing ripples.
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