Discontent

Together put the clock forward.
Our restless souls explored their fragility
without changing seasons.

White weightless silhouettes of
mist floating in fourth dimension
in a dream that only you can waft
from the depths of my psyche.

Discontent…

My childhood circus empty, inaccessible
by my soul… what remains is
only a whistle tune, yours.
with image, yours.
and bristled eyes, yours.

Discontent…

Kissing my fingers one by one,
you made them grow rose petals caressing my love.
You staged my joy, I staged your despair…

Give me back your wryly playful nature
crafted by love that I have shuffled.. like others shuffle cards…

Discontent I feel…

I am condemned to perish
if I don’™t have your love to cherish.

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