Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Your words create vivid imagery
Making the prelude of a conscious mind
Pensive in doubt traveling a circular journey
But, the poem is just an autobiography
Of how I am so lonely
In front of my inner child
The coquettish look on the recluded face
The impression made a coyness
My vivid obsession
Fawn sprawling from the mountain peak
Flying from coruscating fires
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