And then, I heard the door, go banging; As if, someone has gone, a-weeping; For lovers were, eternally, lost-- Abandoned, along the way; Discarded and forgotten, Within Nile's peculiar gales. For, nary a bard can, arrantly, fathom; The depth of the desolate autumn; Nor, find a nonpareil stipulation, To contrive oeuvres, of vast relay. Shall I go forth and wander? Or, should I sit still and ponder? Thy rapturous love is defunct; Yet, the tide persists, in vexing, my bunk. I'm here, still yearning, for thine affection; Whilst the zephyr, gleefully, lauds The syphoned fixation. It sings verses, of uproarious temerity; As regards my interminable capacity, To self-destruct, ceaselessly-- Causing my demise. Eventually. "A Random Madness" #random #you #yqbaba
