Romani in UK

Within late hours leading the day to its dusk,
I find myself strange questions to ask.
High-spirited, in pensive mood or lost in gaze,
My life is facing its ever-lasting maze.

Within deep thoughts your soul tend to perceive,
White waves of spirit sadness do retrieve,
And night’s tender whispers release fragile desire
When darkness of your eyes mine swiftly set on fire.

Within unique time glimpse feeling my heart’s extension,
When fears , secluded wings call love redemption
Your words sketch curls and merge in waving blaze
Walls to pull down in ruthless manic maze.

B. D.

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