Her Astray Light

Her Astray Light short poem

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Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps
More than a breathe in your mistress reeks
Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape
Where I can probe for the measures of your step

The day you assert, still I cannot overcome your lines
And how the autumn climbs up through the eternal vines
I fell for the sovereign nose of your arrogant faces
As I wanna soak the fleeting shades of your lashes

Promise me your decision will never be against mine
And all of your odds to me is all fine
I want your dawn to turn my darkness into light
And For I only wandered through out the night

That kiss bewildered with my broken tongue
Made me lose the music that you have sung
Turn off your eyes as my soul is ready to sleep
Let’s lose the light, that even time cannot keep

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