Writing Articles is my dream.I have been writing for many years. but I think working on this site would be better.
A devious compulsion pulls away,
From you, a stranded, bewildered, me.
Standing among the deserted, confused lands;
I have none to call but thee.
As a flash that fills in,
A dark, gloomy night sky,
You realise not but that is
How you twinkle in me mind's eye.
It is only for I to swirl, be-told,
Of my death by a hand of yours.
An ecstasy like this, I had only seen,
On a drunkard's face as the wine pours.
The moment has come,
Victory for me but at what cost!
I will finally witness thee before me!!
All is but not- lost.
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