Love is but a fleeting art
To lure the soul and beauty depart
Romance is but luring suicidal
Mischief scent in a life’s trial
Veils from the claws of worry
Yet seize to bleeding sanctuary
Splitting the inside’s self
Of the voice that kept to dwell
Desire frames to burn
In lover’s sight of return
About the Creator
Farah
Hello! I am Farah and I do hope you enjoy all of the writings here! I write for fun sometimes but I do appreciate it if you could spend a time for a reading here. :)
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