As falsity of a mirage
a disguised interim hope.
As silver edging dark cotton,
an uncertain feeble scope.
An illusion perhaps
yet a heaven's twin.
Greedy golden locks draping,
contours of her bare skin.
As if to chisel her youth,
a stream fell from the haze.
Her scent vanquished that of roses,
obscured it in a maze.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
As falsity of a mirage
a disguised interim hope.
As silver edging dark cotton,
an uncertain feeble scope.
An illusion perhaps
yet a heaven's twin.
Greedy golden locks draping,
contours of her bare skin.
As if to chisel her youth,
a stream fell from the haze.
Her scent vanquished that of roses,
obscured it in a maze.