In the mist- The horse carriage, caring the passengers- To the end of the world- Wilted emotions, and the jet-black hair whipping in the cold raspy wind- The carriage careening, speeding, forever pushing, before a breath can be taken in- The blood fog haunting, concealing destiny- She, the blue eyes, looking into his brown eyes- Pulsating fear reverberating on expressionless faces- On this eve, what soon could be called love- Was stateless- In-between fear and curiosity- The axiom on this hurling urgency- Fear is steady on this horizon- These two sacks of coals, waiting for a flame- To light them up- “No you can’t hide, anymore. The lies when exposed so long Exposes its origin.” She said. “I think we both made it up on the way, baby.” He countered. The fog was at hand- A mélange of blood red and red love- On this Valentine’s Day-
Reason for writing:
Keep on eating your chocolate and enjoy smelling the roses....
Birth sign: Libra
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