The cantrip is over
draggled in mud cover
contrived by the connived
recusant culpable, beguiled
by plumage divine.
now abandoned
eyebrows frowned
dismayed and ridiculed
different path's traveller
the eloquent peddler.
A sailor from the deck
views the hilly green
beautiful island calling
or the starlit sky at night
freedom is smelling
unattainable though
his wish is just a kite
lost in darkness, tangled
with carnal, wrangled.
because of the elegance
or the etiquet regence
brightly laden like a star
a faraway twinkling tether
on blind sky of obscurity
brought to lit my heart,
of love, dipped in vulgarity,
scan the mind for clarity,
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