Chills Through The Nook

Poem By Leon Moon

Insinuating stillness to mannerisms
The Albino fetches spat out silences,
Reposing the Dale, (It is no longer a place) .

Each trail left behind is The Thinker evolved.
Aesthetics of nothingness, love yet sought;
What is more meaningful than a story! ...

Accusations smother mature innocence,
Starvations prove to be allabies;
The Reply is grieved, and sated.

The Universe, outlines of understanding
Covers The Breath of dreamless sleeps
Even if he leaves it is all just a thought! ...

"But She is the nowhere of his heart! "...

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