Enchanting stories from the past, a bit  of bad if it’s less than love 
Gleaming notions swinging slow crying “ love oh dear sweet love”

In all the winters I stacked or in all the summers that I had 
I had only carried love all along in all the good and the bad 

But oh sweet sorrows why my screams have been  unheard 
My soul gnawed upon by demons, with the time’s sword

How many light years one must travel to reach where there’s love
What has to be lost to gain a hold on the storms that rage above 

If delights are not tasted and the charms are not spared enough 
Only those emotions made it through, which were rough & tough

© Rana M  All Rights Reserved


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