in the cocoon of the past


her beauty teased
her charm  blinding
took him into a want of having
dragging into an imagination which tells him
that
her warm will embraced him in cold
her intimacy will accompanied  him in solitude
her shadow will comforted  him in restless
which took him in a passion to grab
then  
he touch her
but she is wet by tears
and her soul bleed
oh… she is so frail
wrapped by the cocoon of miserable
the time he tried to lift her
she avoid  and begging
let me belong to my past
it sudden disperse his fantasy
and put him into a disillusion  
 
her beauty still teased
her charm  still blinding
but his passion of having has gone
let the imagination in the cocoon of her past

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– mei –