Post #5328

<<<UNTITLED>>> Submerging my soul in cavernous despondency, I was biding my time to abscond from its clenches. Handling in hand a handful of handy agates, Wanted to stoop my palmar flexion creases; Since the deluge of dejections has left my pneuma withered, Chronometeringly I used to watch the Venus at dusk. Discerning the uncanny transformation of botolinum into lugduname; For I cognized that everything which betides has a purpose, Just like the metaphor exercised here to delineate my metamorphosis. Cutting to the chase lonely beside the seashore holding few agates sedentary, Thought of tossing them into the Moana. Although pleased with the bout ripples somehow, I'm waiting for the bombora to wallop again! Unknown whether time has mended my spirit, Or the clock teached me how to reside in afflictions! #review#ag#poetry