Crude try

crude try

The heart burns with desire,lust & passion…

Tapping foots on the soil, alive yet unresponsive

Swaying with the gushing winds,

through the many clock towers

Numbing down the senses by the fury of shadows

Creeping inside the veins,

never to produce a sound of its own

Now as I put it into words, It vanishes

I know but, it’s hiding, hiding inside

only to return

when the time is prime

and ask for its toll.

Yeah, I know it’s sort of crude & meaningless. Well, it just came to me & I wrote it. It is not meant to be anything or does it?

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