An exotic fragrance
An evergreen dream
A fire of desire
An aid while I scream
A touch of mystery
A feather of affection
A face of reality
A 'wow' for perfection
And alas!
A long wait with a lonely breeze
A tinted smile with the play of bewitchery
A half written story, and my smile would freeze
A moistened faith of countless escape
Is what gets best of me.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
An exotic fragrance
An evergreen dream
A fire of desire
An aid while I scream
A touch of mystery
A feather of affection
A face of reality
A 'wow' for perfection
And alas!
A long wait with a lonely breeze
A tinted smile with the play of bewitchery
A half written story, and my smile would freeze
A moistened faith of countless escape
Is what gets best of me.
Is it in human nature to want what they don't have and no give value to what they have?
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