Over the next door,
of citation the death- plung with my will
of kisses,and of ever Endless demise
A sinless idyll erection of innocent exegesis

Foil of quaint
never fades away,

To her the halcyon guise
the day envisage the sex easygoing
Desirably of inexistent
In the liming of prior

A few tatters of sapphires in the moments
ital of accel maternity
tangent, at the fall of a moonlit
Of fallen down the tides

to her barbe Vuitton
dumm in spite of candid
Of disdain

Dead of heart
How could stallions come

© Ujjwal Roy