Nira’s Tale Of Love: XIII
Nira’s Tale Of Love: XIII1 min 29 1 min 29
Arms those never perspired;
Charms that never inspired.
For her, youth was all about to be felt,
Needed only experiences to be held.
A calm breeze chilled thy body of reverie;
She tried to seal thy nudity of memory.
Like a flying kite without a string, searching the kiter;
Lying in the night, a lonely queen staring at the timer.
Again, to kill her passion she needed a liaison;
The world appears vacuum, cheats her possessions.
Burn burn ashlessly to burn,
Turn turn shamelessly to burn.
Unkind time of misery;
Lost its lime of forgery.
Her timer engulfed her like a lotus-eater;
Thanked memory prolongs Janus's suffer.