Like the burning lamp shade of desire,
The svelte night stood,
Like the tingling sounds of the wind-chime,
My nerves, sensed;
Like the auburn curtains of romanticism,
My heart played Rondo;
Like the whoosh and the swish of the wind,
My breathe went all;
Like the sentient pillow of sentiments,
My mind framed sepia images;
Like the rusty hinge on the door,
Corrosion of feelings;
My mind reminding……..
Keep those smiles coming...
1 year ago