I know, light kills passion
Please can you come into light?
Can we really be true, to night?
You know, there is no darkness under the sun
I know, light kills passion
I know, darkness is the fashion
But under the sun much brightness
Only on earth below, outer darkness
I know, light kills passion
I know, darkness can rekindle the passion
I know some magic imaginations, sort of lusting
You know, it cannot be forever lasting
I know, light kills passion
Do you know, in rekindled passion there are sparks
I know, darkness can rekindle the passion
Do you know, there is gnashing of teeth in outer darkness
- Author: Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2023 00:59
- Category: Love
- Views: 7
Comments2
Tricky situation, the light is cleansing, passion may not be affected?
divide light by veracity
do you assume a resultant, night?
or fractions of light
like sunrays, that cascade upon
sunglasses
eager to dim, what gaiety we're afforded
by nature..
do no be too, hasty
dear youthful vehemence
seek questions, more
than life's certainties, for one
affords, scope
while the other, closes doors
and narrow's horizon's corridors...
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