Your wrapped but perfidious smiles,
haunting me,
like strikes of ironic fate,
while i am walking through,
...
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wanting for rest after sunset. with night is studded with unkind treachery, on the way, paved with cobblestones and trash.....very good and onnovative write.. lovely presentation.... read mine dead nights and yes to to
excellent writing, , with so beautiful romantic images...10+++++
A fine picturesque.....nicely penned with great diction...10+++
a superb rendering...great love poem with a sad twist really liked it cheers
always remember hard times are not always...hard times may come but it goes..hard times are sweet to remember in times of success...grace
'Your wrapped but perfidious smiles, haunting me, like strikes of ironic fate, ' Man must play a role in writing his fate delibrately or not I am not sure. Sadness is part and parcel of defeated fate of love.