Untold scenes of my crooked heart

A bud blooms on cliff
But the hands unreached
Butterflies sucks its glimmers
Leaving just a dried petals roses

The thorns are burned papers ashes
But seems a hot red rod
When hand stretches its fingers
Heart nearly cools its waving way

Just a star misses its lonely moon
Flowers its nectar when bees are away
Almighty blessed me often
But I am rent and reived of damsel love

She hanged me in castle love nest
Leaving just a covered body
Still I am halfway covered
Bereft of her love

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