Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Stranger




"That piece of random memories
feeds the stranger who’s a witch,
appears like a sly-peacemaker in me;
I never knew her,
and I’m a hooked slave
living upon her consent.
I abide, I could survive
apart from her, forever;
the melancholy of happiness
stares at the darkness: a real contrast
of my naked thoughts,
or the regrets of a fierce-tale
to be perceivedthat day.."
#Darkness doesn't mean it's a void space which is black in color.

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