The anguish was waiting by the Peril of Calm
That's no harm done, none at all
There was denial behind the demure affection
That's no wound, not for now
Then the veil fell once
To pall, pall
The night looked radiant a midst a dwindling charm
Fading lights, a distant warmth
The Peril of Calm in sight, yet hidden far
A sudden chill in the air, surprised even the
whimsical city lights
So there it must have begun, a journey to the
stars...
To pall, in the arms of the night
That wasn't a last, alas!
It stays; for memories cannot vanquish what one
yearns for...
And it can never seek restrain from the abyss where
it freely falls
Like a quiver of clouds laden across the horizon at
par
Onto the reminiscing blues of tangible waters
To vanquish,
To pall, in the glory of the sight-afraid.
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