The Fall- II
Envious curtains refuse to be
drawn across,
As the eyes of the walls seek
to get a glimpse
Of the long awaited Oneness
of us the Lovers.
Shame be known and absolved,
I with her venture into the fields of hate,
Only to be lit by the lonesome yet full Moon,
To be seen by the skies and God the Glorious.
I with her venture into the fields of hate,
Only to be lit by the lonesome yet full Moon,
To be seen by the skies and God the Glorious.
Vying to shelter and shower,
the plumes of love
Keep seeking out the
fragrance of us the twain.
The dew wet greenery we lie
upon finds a hope
Of spring that brings flowers
in full bloom,
New life, new rays, new
pastures, new universe.
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