It Is
by The Walrus
Posted: 30 September 2003 Word Count: 78 |
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The rapturous scent of jasmine
Borne upon an unexpected breeze
Stroking sensuous susceptibility
The glistening of a teardrop
Free flowing from a heaving heart
Flooded by a sublime symphony
The tingling witnessing
Of love’s luminosity
Brimming from beloved eyes
The collective surrender
To the elves tickling fingers
In the land of bellyache
The instant when
Man and music fuse
Amidst the licking flames
The exquisite abandonment
At a ardour’s zenith
Raising man to beast
It is
Indefinable.
Undeniable.
Borne upon an unexpected breeze
Stroking sensuous susceptibility
The glistening of a teardrop
Free flowing from a heaving heart
Flooded by a sublime symphony
The tingling witnessing
Of love’s luminosity
Brimming from beloved eyes
The collective surrender
To the elves tickling fingers
In the land of bellyache
The instant when
Man and music fuse
Amidst the licking flames
The exquisite abandonment
At a ardour’s zenith
Raising man to beast
It is
Indefinable.
Undeniable.
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