
22 Jun Oblivion
As about the queen appears
I’m calm and composed
Singing as rusty autumn leaves
Making me grin and revealed
After reminiscing adding on
Mesmerizing I sat on my couch
Feeling some pacified emotions
Like a nightingale’s timid touch
Thinking the laughs unrestrained
Spouting and reserved
Moments of another pride stage
I laugh so many times and cry
Writing something spurting and
So pure and melodious of beauty
As intricate, I whisper…in a tone
Those moments…Spent with her
I feel pity…pity on her oblivion
As her thirst was quenched
On my bed in a dark night
As perfect as she deserved
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