the days of past
leave a certain trace
on the life’s mast
which is not always a grace,
.
they do leave a certain trace
which influences our future sail
which won’t always be a grace
because of the troubling gale
.
which influences our future sail
on the life’s mast
because of the same troubling gale
of the days of past.
(Poetic form:- Pantoum)
Collision of the bodies
intermingling sweat
the passionate hug
the seductive kiss
moan emerges like hiss
euphoria of the best drug
the fingers finally met
come true the auguries
the lust overcomes all
echoes around, a silent bawl.
P.s.- Written in the same rhyming scheme, as the Violet Juice. I haven’t given a name to this form of poetry… I am still open to suggestions.
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