Thoughts of her often
Fall prey to the tigress
Dimensions apart
And still I slip lucidly back to her world
The one we created
Such random conception, precise of design
The product of a ballerina
And a poet
Silent composers of thunderstorm songs
Brewing within a melodic monsoon
Seldom shared
By two antithetical empaths converging
One of the swan
The other, of eagle
But all their attempts to hatch plans
Proven feeble
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
Thoughts of her often
Fall prey to the tigress
Dimensions apart
And still I slip lucidly back to her world
The one we created
Such random conception, precise of design
The product of a ballerina
And a poet
Silent composers of thunderstorm songs
Brewing within a melodic monsoon
Seldom shared
By two antithetical empaths converging
One of the swan
The other, of eagle
But all their attempts to hatch plans
Proven feeble
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