His glance

Standard

Smokescreens invariably hung
Serial killer rains
wearing gloomy greys of monotony
Settles some more heaviness hell
Screams swollen opaque dialects
Smears them over wayward
bits of her many empty islands

Some frail self-rescues  to cope up,
phone made tangier in flashy lime accents
hardly supports the needed luminous difference
yearned for in long stricken heart devoid of dewdrops

Twilight casts a surprise spell
His silken iridescence
Struck feverish in an overwhelm of transparencies
Sun pearls alighting all over her sparse land
Secretly delights, setting life-fire within

pic courtesy: http://nicolesmithdesigns.com/a-fire-within/

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