Mysteries Poem by Vishal Sharma

Mysteries



Just an ugly clock over the underdeveloped wall of lusty satisfaction,
that makes an important boarderline, evolving through the turning passion wheels,
Whose existance besides those godly words and an unharmed patch of dusty misery,
A time would come soon, when nobody would have the power to love ones.....! !

Sunday, June 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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