The Doldrums

Rocking and rocking the plateau, climbing then forgetting

love is a cruel thing,there is nothing cool than cool heart

jabbing the sole victor is no good for pride

there is nothing wannabe about a girl other than her heart

and cooing sound voice produces ,is no sign of Lucifer

there is will to love or morphed dance of the soul providers

in the cool day light of winter solstice

is no-brainer for innocence but silent soul who doesn’t even whispers,

challenges the hot dust of the universe.

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