The thirst is never-ending,
Forcing to dance by the alien rules,
and keen on the moon.
The Fates are condescending,
Asking to entertain various fools,
and end overly soon.
The bones are never mending,
Hating the premonitions and jewels,
and postponing the gloom.
The loneliness ascending,
Morphing into a cult. Mewls
and wraps soothingly.
Complicated, indeed. How many fools are we ‘bound’ to entertain before we can enjoy some simplicity… love this piece!
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Thank you ♥ I am glad you have liked it.
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You are kindly welcome <3. I really enjoy all your work but as with all poetry, sometimes a piece really connects.
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♥
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Complicated indeed.. The desire, which is never ending!
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and unsatisfied …
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AAh the way you painted an unending desire
wow
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Thank you
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