29/06/2016

Solace


Flawed turned flawless.
Heart began pumping.
As Fate met solace.
Precocious got developing.
Thought art, poetry & chaos combined,
A cocktail gets made as I defined.
Lines, Shapes & Colors made me grow,
Standing Applause for every show.
Greed for Fame that's what got misted,
Struggle to top here the tale got twisted.
Lusted to find beauty in purest form,
Find a home that keeps me warm.
Desire isn't quenched by comfort,
Until our Visions are conveyed.
Breeze of love brings the slumber,
Somehow worries gets erased.

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