Love On The Silent Street Poem by Paris Thulare

Warm as Agulhas current
Too far at blue moon,
Nourishing hearts with whatwas of keen.
Love was the masterpiece.
Rhymingwith the flow of waterfalls,
Hoping such would last to infinity,
But as always the sailor get caught up in the centre of Atlantic.
With no clue of where lies the polar,15 knots or shorter?

Yet Feelings are partying ways in inches
Day and noon when one lures one with words
Arguments are like swords
From east to south they fly in the points of cardinal
Good nights texts are rare
This is like the emerging of a taxi fare

Is as lull as mount everest at noon
So sad this ship is moving like aracoon.
Romeo is now a foe of his reflection
With eyes looking down his shoulders, wearing incertitude
No hope, no posture.

Phones are likechristmas bells,
Theyrang only occasionally,
They beep only when one is emotional.
It'sa You or Me shift.
Deeper it drowns,
The love of the talking doves
It's now a Game of thrones