The love we give and take, Is the most fragile act of life. These fragile words, Stanzas, Looks abandoned. I’m still in the scene, A moment of that thought pops in my mind. For each and every place has a flory*. A moment of ensuance*, Love, It rides on a horse of fury, Hell hath the glory. Fine - mine - time - line - Frame - man - me - can, I can, As she brings her hand up to hide her tears.
I can’t stop what this is not - She says dropping head down.
I can’t give what is not - He said looking at her sternly. Do you understand - He requited. I didnt ask for this, Fragility. - She said. Some probability - She thought. I dont know what else to write on this cemetery, Speak be spoken, I write. “I didnt ask for this broken mirror, Glass shards all over my dining room table" - She said. Through the reflex’s of time, we voyage. Through the fragile sea, Upon which we see all the unseen. I write.
Flory: noun - fake glory.
Ensuance: noun - emotional insurance, a bed of emotional comfort. // ET