Angels
flutter’d a sly grin on their maiden rendezvous,
The
herald pronounced their love, Envy clouds covered the blue sky,
Yonder
stars witnessed their spark-bit sprees, those tender moments,
Understanding
stood never better, even between petals of the same flower,
But,
Showers of oaths did melt, Quoth she, “I love thee, but a friend.”
Love
field deserted, Seem’d paradise sublim’d, he slept his fear…
Flesh
supplemented earth’s bosom as tears quenched the thirst.
Blast from the past - The Seventh Hell (2004)
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