Cryptic Whispers

Posted: August 28, 2014 in poetry
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Cryptic whispers hang in the air in the fellaheen night
hhBending the mind magnetised over the moment,
I will wrench the lost evening till I eek out sweet wine
I will not pilfer the pretty girls’ hearts and keep them in a pouch of velvet
Instead I will coruscate with generosity of spirit taking each instant as injected with farce
Laughing at the universe- it’s all so absurd and capricious
And I will moan for lost loves and shallow relationships,
And weep at the frozen necessity of death.

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