They say,
It will remain just a dream,
A beautiful yet heartbreaking fantasy,
And it's impossible
for you to be with me;
Should I blame myself for falling in
this charming reverie
or
my unfair destiny?
Not that I criticize my fortune,
For it has has given me a wonderful boon
even though I can't have it
My poetry would cherish it like
my timeless fascination with
the gleaming full moon;
The striking shimmers of the dark ocean,
The flamboyant hues upon those proud mountains,
From the delicate night breeze to the desired daylight,
A harmonious veil shelters countless of sublime mysteries behind;
Just like the alluring tune of a poem's rhyme;
This love is bright enough to blind
my heart
with it's dazzling mirage,
Even if it resides faraway in the land of magic and sand;
Now,
would it be illicit to nurture
this seemingly impossible love,
That magically adorns my dark nights like
those twinkling stars?
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
They say,
It will remain just a dream,
A beautiful yet heartbreaking fantasy,
And it's impossible
for you to be with me;
Should I blame myself for falling in
this charming reverie
or
my unfair destiny?
Not that I criticize my fortune,
For it has has given me a wonderful boon
even though I can't have it
My poetry would cherish it like
my timeless fascination with
the gleaming full moon;
The striking shimmers of the dark ocean,
The flamboyant hues upon those proud mountains,
From the delicate night breeze to the desired daylight,
A harmonious veil shelters countless of sublime mysteries behind;
Just like the alluring tune of a poem's rhyme;
This love is bright enough to blind
my heart
with it's dazzling mirage,
Even if it resides faraway in the land of magic and sand;
Now,
would it be illicit to nurture
this seemingly impossible love,
That magically adorns my dark nights like
those twinkling stars?
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