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music of rain on pavement
lost in memories
~
out of oblivion
clouds shade the sky in its cloak
the first drops fell down
~
a midsummer rain
relieving yearning pupils
a solace from heat
~
elevated Sun
drizzling clouds in the sunshine
look for the rainbow
~
the midsummer’s day
longest in glory and rays
washed down by the rain
~
looking through window
a play of the rain droplets
meditating life
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 219
bright and entrancing
black seductive eyes,
nefarious as night
long flowing hair,
bloodless visage of
the corpse,
smeared red
the swollen lips,
with the torso
of a hyena,
she rises at dusk
walking across
the abandoned lands
on her retral feet,
snarling her
long-pitched intonation,
the young maiden
travels through
the night in her
drab grey apparel
looking out
for the lost souls
to prey upon
and subject them
to her succulent mouth;
the chudail
of the dark hours.
Poetry prompt:- Creature creation
Drawing through my senses-
The dreamy world
Where there is me
And my peace,
I come across another thing
I would want in my dreamy world-
Something I have been ignoring for so long.
What I want is a nice flock of people
Whom I can love
And who can love me
And we live in peace together happily
In the world, so dreamy.
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