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Ambience of passion with a ray of rarity
My love as come like a dove from above
Dressed in a flesh of spectacle like the queen of Sheba
Adorned with a tint of carnelian and glitter
Freezing all eyes as she descends from the stairs.
Moments of essence with a gleam of radiance
My beloved comes forth like the fullness of the moon
Charmed with smiles lubricated with sweetness
Her fairness halts the precision of time
And clock takes a long breath for everyone to stare.
Dreams elapsed in time as reality unfolds
My essence, your beauty is without a sense
For with it no man conjures a sense
My lady, you are indeed not beauty-full
For you are the standard fullness of beauty
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.