The wind blows and breathes through your earwhispering a rattling sound damaging your gear,
Constantly radiating a full blown screech
beckons a compelling wave disrupting your speech.
Part of you malfunctioned, half got disconnected,
baring your vulnerability, vincible, unadjusted.
You tried fixing it yourself, you don't know, you can't
you need guidelines message has been relayed but unsent.
Ignoring it's presumptuous presence you masked yourself,
shielding the manifestation of feebleness hiding in a narrow shelf.
Completely soaked and covered with rustic luminance
bursting like a hot gunpowder escaping from a steric hindrance.
Following a trail of leaves on the ground randomly scattered
secretly fondles your perplexed mind and broken binocular almost shattered.
Quickly you are surrounded with sheaths revolving in a circular motion
you stare, gaze, touch their presence, the feeling is just beyond description.
Unaware you started dancing under the fancy mysterious moonlight
watching every spark gradually spinning towards the gorgeous sight.
With a red rose attached perfectly, shading its leaf, falling smoothly
illuminating, emitting, an astounding scent, it's addicting don't be silly.
Awakened by a bland kiss of a regretful air begging for forgiveness.
Smothered by the massive blow ignoring the sorrow of truthfulness.
The sharpness of shear produced by the whisper is still hard to take,
but you cannot help, but reveal your unintentional silent mistake.
