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 ******* WILDNESS Sanya
An wild imagination ............device used :- persona in literature ☺☺