Never Got

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Venery of the pulse,
A vengeance of a bond,
Iota of legacy, juvenile,
Sundered the eyes, innocuous.

Kindred, solitude poised alone,
Deserved never the stunning heed.
Hollow zest the zinger embraced,
Embarrassed the plaudits, anon.

Radiance of the ether, Stygian,
Glittered, a vista of trysts.
Stars stared with frenetic minds,
The lake dwindled never got the sense.

Ever alone, the verdure became heaven,
The bosoms of love, shimmered in pulse.
The crickets with the harps, sang for the love,
But the serene heed, never the lake  got.

 

-Osanda Janandith Thenuwara-

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