Pickled Heart Poem by Raj Kumar

Pickled Heart



She thought over toil, never striking before.
Moment to live; face lit up in luster.
Peace verge, tender body and wits; walk of poise sway.
Glitters of bliss shine on gloomy dusk walk through ardor meadow with tingle.
Breath filled to calm; brink to poise.
Times of yore; love was obsession prism, triumph far and wide.
Smirk broke stillness of stance taking conscious far apart, wary yawning within be wary of future.
Dreams in high spirits are truth to dreamer; lay below ought of other, gasping in gloom.
Boo-boo array life for long, Odium made cavernous fissure.
Sour grew larger to be horrendous, hideous maid; bop to soul with sting.
Rant flew bitter; twisted fate to slam.
Adore cost of betrayal never to drive.
Tears of severance grew with sweet tears of liberty.
Surrender, aches, promises for obsession of love once; vanished.
Unable recite memoirs with enthused freedom rays';
Hope and faith bud to beginning of something.
Spring breeze flutter tulips through meadows.
Close her eyes to slumber of another.

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