Albeit the stars gleam in my halloween sky,
The evanesces that twinkles minutely
will perhaps be shooted to thy, my photon!
The palatte of dolorous hues, the brushes
of fate manifested on life's canvas dragged thee,
my jouissance, all along.
Oh Toi ! My synonym tu befell ;
Amour synonym too tu betided.
The sketches with fantasy's pencil limned inside
my brain,
suspired 'victory', my amour.
©hashmitha
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