…but one who is mortal can only taste,
for love is the nerve that not enveloped is life to waste,
upon wake builds clear wrapping counter-significance,
when a shadowed symphony paints evening corridors,
morning swells emotional precedence.
…but one who is mortal can only taste,
for love is the nerve that not enveloped is life to waste,
upon wake builds clear wrapping counter-significance,
when a shadowed symphony paints evening corridors,
morning swells emotional precedence.
Tapping on the inside
Traversing the retrospect
Yearning comprehension
Bewildered in darkness