When the sun is zestful.
Isn't it proximating for the moon to upsurge
This is about one lost quintessence psyche
lock in wakeful solitude realm
So Distance you're , out of reach for me
StiIl I glimpse you clearly in my mind
with those lustrous pulchritudinous face
illuminate with pains and sorrows
I'm craving tonight
To allay you
To give my all
To solace your profound maimed heart
Here is a Flower on your sepulchre.
©chilexpio
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