Expressions of solitude
occupied by a silver lining
astonish as clouds imagine your face
reflecting a side of a bright moon.
Silence was part of the ritual
prognosticating a love affair
between, illusions and winds from above,
pace your steps, unconscious horizon
predicting long mourning mist.
As the sun negotiate a faithful return.
In our predicaments,
pause, check your vital signs,
align your thoughts,
as the synchronize with the stars,
pushing her face..
To the end of no return...
By Rony Joseph
Copyright RONY JOSEPH
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Thanks for posting this to Gather for Art.