The Whispering Angel
The lynching mind in fine foray,
witnessed the whispers of a crying angel.
The withered soul in depths did lie,
with wings burnt and fragile
The touch of the finger sends streaming waves
beneath her trembling skin…
And with tender morsels fit for a stray,
a whim of enchanting ecstasy grasps her.
The shiver that shudders the blooming petals,
with strokes of thorns like guilt pierce.
What a subtle display of a gentle melody!
Vulnerable and tender with sweet surrender,
all to be understood, only by him...
on her lover’s arms she lay.
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