POETRY OF A JOKER
I whisper the Strom in my soul ,
That Stygian mask with freaky smile was mine.
I propose the wildness every night.
Every night I flaunt with my pumping heart dipped in darkness.
My chaotic heart , its in the cage of love .
THE LOVE OF WILD BLOOD
I dance with the dusky rose ,
I play with my inky & curly hair .
I roll , I jump , I fly , I giggle ,I hop , I do stylish walks, I run , I run , I run and I blot ......
Now......
LET ME LOUGH VIGOROUSLY AND LET THE SILENCE TASTE MY WILDNESS
Sanya
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
POETRY OF A JOKER
I whisper the Strom in my soul ,
That Stygian mask with freaky smile was mine.
I propose the wildness every night.
Every night I flaunt with my pumping heart dipped in darkness.
My chaotic heart , its in the cage of love .
THE LOVE OF WILD BLOOD
I dance with the dusky rose ,
I play with my inky & curly hair .
I roll , I jump , I fly , I giggle ,I hop , I do stylish walks, I run , I run , I run and I blot ......
Now......
LET ME LOUGH VIGOROUSLY AND LET THE SILENCE TASTE MY WILDNESS
Sanya
An wild imagination ............device used :- persona in literature ☺☺
