Crionnacht
Sublime, surreal concept of love portrayed in our deepest of thoughts lies ahead,
Where sensuality gets wrapped in metaphysical texture of tedious lust........
A question that holds generation for ages where they whirl and whirl,
Trying to find an answer, alas! but getting caught in an enormous time-spiral...
Until their nebulous minds clinged over the esoteric reality located far beyo...
Tuesday 5th April 2022 1:15 pm
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