Blinks and misses, blinks and misses, blinks and misses.
Suddenly fresh echoes were felt on cheeks. They ruptured on the upper lips, upper teeth, upper scales of inner soul. The skin trembled. The cortex shrugged, grew heavier.
The flying ships took sail. All was violent, all was bright.
The directions lost their smokescreens and voices lost their thought. Others ran haywire. Blocks run into boxes, squares masqueraded with violence of yellow beams, lights. They receded into the grasps of Diamira and breathed right in the shies of Mirsaza. No matter how much to talk and how much you stutter, the white blinks never paused in prayers. We didn't shook them.
The mass of ghoul danced and laughed, spoke and spoke while ravens rolled down. The throbs silenced the motors and troubled the scantily clad -
Few walked past with impolite nonchalance. Others were busy abusing their mothers, and thousands before them. Shrill fears were heard. All was bright.
I walked back a few steps with the incoming wave, charges by shapes. The waves crashed. The shapes mastered their ordinariness that comes with incessant possibilities. The lovers nodded in unison. Sickness and see-saw.
She saw.
This too shall pass, into insignificance.
The incessant urban daylights of modern highwaymen and waylaying enchantresses are paved with rapidity of blazing sanity and the charm to speak in signs and designs. The cosmic Aphrodite, in her swift brushes of kindness, smiled in cheerful abundance while sleep was just a fair kiss way, of the nocturnal rockets that wither into smiles and nothingness.
Dust, and echoes.
Corrigendum : There has been a few violent ones, you know it. But better to keep them as they are. What's with a few follies against a bliss of worth. :-)
Suddenly fresh echoes were felt on cheeks. They ruptured on the upper lips, upper teeth, upper scales of inner soul. The skin trembled. The cortex shrugged, grew heavier.
The flying ships took sail. All was violent, all was bright.
The directions lost their smokescreens and voices lost their thought. Others ran haywire. Blocks run into boxes, squares masqueraded with violence of yellow beams, lights. They receded into the grasps of Diamira and breathed right in the shies of Mirsaza. No matter how much to talk and how much you stutter, the white blinks never paused in prayers. We didn't shook them.
The mass of ghoul danced and laughed, spoke and spoke while ravens rolled down. The throbs silenced the motors and troubled the scantily clad -
Few walked past with impolite nonchalance. Others were busy abusing their mothers, and thousands before them. Shrill fears were heard. All was bright.
I walked back a few steps with the incoming wave, charges by shapes. The waves crashed. The shapes mastered their ordinariness that comes with incessant possibilities. The lovers nodded in unison. Sickness and see-saw.
She saw.
This too shall pass, into insignificance.
The incessant urban daylights of modern highwaymen and waylaying enchantresses are paved with rapidity of blazing sanity and the charm to speak in signs and designs. The cosmic Aphrodite, in her swift brushes of kindness, smiled in cheerful abundance while sleep was just a fair kiss way, of the nocturnal rockets that wither into smiles and nothingness.
Dust, and echoes.
Corrigendum : There has been a few violent ones, you know it. But better to keep them as they are. What's with a few follies against a bliss of worth. :-)
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