The dips in the drops of the heavenly and eternal tides under those eyelashes,
A self relic of the awesome felt inner self and got a relief for the rest of the moments in the days
Was caged in the moonlight, bedazzled in the splendor of the new world and I wish
Did I or didn’t should have known, was mere a question of thoughts I lingered over to and on to
As u don’t and u won’t loose the strings those were attached for once yet
Might be the threads were loose on many fronts and careworn, to free from the other self
In the inner state of the innate compassion I was not the fragile end, but might be just the end
Nothing clasped to it over it for the reason that I longed to it for once the know
But the sudden rise of the acquittal senses and this week thread was being twisted for the panache
Was tossed and turned and chained with vehemence of resemblance which I was not
The deeds were in tunes of the words shared but I felt the heat, the fire kept the match warm
