Midnight Amour
It is always easy to be the one
who perishes into wild
waves hammering against rocks
The witch fumes incessantly at
permanence, yet-to-be conceived
harmonics deluge pavements with salinity
Her yearnings storm over delirious
cognitive brain, star-dusts germinate
Street-lamps shyly quiver on damp
grass-beds inciting extinguished passion
Drowsy blood-moon neglects its pursuit
eclipsed by memoirs of urban seduction
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