Finding a Niche To Repose
Life rustled like a dry leaf in the wasteland
The firmament of promise and hope clouded
For the shards of the splintered love
Pierced to pinion and bleed my heart.
With the mind in the throes of despair
I wandered across the placid plateaus
And the high hills in search of a place for sojourn.
I found one in a hamlet perched on the green valley
Where the clouds melted in the sunrise colors
On your face painting a portrait of celestial beauty.
People said you’re a girl of loose character
An outcast, you became a disowned object
They all decided to denounce and besmirch
But in your lissome body and innocent smile
I discovered in you the flair of the fallen angel
For you gave my broken heart
The solace of love it needed.
In my desolate days of agony and turmoil
I found a niche to repose in your divine arms.
May 26, 2018.
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