Poetic Traces
Saturday, 12 March 2016
Nothing but Ashes
While I kept seeking for love.
I lost track of its essence.
While I wanted to soak it's colour.
I groped in shadows.
While I yearned to be love
I was only lusted after.
While I wished to burn in its fervor.
Ashes it is...only ashes.
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