Passed Out Seasons of Love


Clutched to be cut by the haunts of love,
he, whose life is of sugar and is of lime,
he finds hearted souls fed on blood of the eyes,
and time is a snake that cut through and dine.
For his love is the one he knows nothing about,
the seasons of his love already passed out.

Love is a play in the world of blinds,
He who plays it –wins all the time.
He isn’t player, neither an emotional slayer.
So, he never wins – but losses all the time.
As emotional desire to love flake out,
the seasons of his love already passed out.

Rules of the humanity is a piece of charcoal,
Black from the outside, black in the core.
The brightest are the colours that love holds,
He feels it like a trap and couldn’t take the odds.
For the dots are messy and can’t be cleared out,
The seasons of his love already passed out.


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