I can feel you snowy fangs,
Burying themselves in my warm heart
Can you feel my swift pangs?
Aching reminders of a fatal start
These walls of snow that you build around
Your impregnable fortress of ice
To keep you safe from love's hound
Have frozen all my courage more than twice
But the stories that I hear
In the silence that you keep
Are dismal whispers to my fear
As up these walls again I creep
Somewhere I know I'm destined to fall
But my heart refutes the fact
That none can survive beneath this pall
That covers yourself with so much tact
So I will try, till I can try no more
To breach this fortification of lies
Until my balmy brown skin is sore
Until my frostbitten heart dies.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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