Whispers Of A Broken Prose

Whispers Of A Broken Prose

On the wings of illusion
Without hesitation,
I continue the old ritual
Cherishing most what I desire.
The constant cravings
Trapped between
A hungry heart’s gorge
Eclipsed by fate
My love traverses
Down erratic paths building bridges
Bonds and connection, thus
Saving our sacred matrimony.
With deliberate oversight,
With the power of mind
And the strength of a heart
That beats for you,
I brush the past off my shoulder
Simply because in you I trust.
I know we shall meet again.

—–XxXxX—–

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