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Quixotic Orgasms

Quixotic Orgasms

As moon drifted in the sky,
I set a new sail along my
silence,into the depths of
my mysterious arcade .
Vivid reflections shooting
in and out,oblivious in regards
to the sanity and absurdity,
tickling clock hindering my
mental expedition,to meander
the off limits of frenzy thoughts.

 
Ignoring my physical form,I
relished the hikes of  fantasies
of an edgy mind,freezing me into
the continuum of  the expanse.
My ravenous  mind romanced
the mirages,creating satiated
metaphors led to quixotic
orgasms,calming my inherent
desires,culminated into piles
of  ruffled euphoric  verses.

 
 Copyright@Piushasingh@wordpress.com

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Honorable poetess Piusha Singh,

Your simple words and short lines echo's into the minds of the readers, your thoughts of romantic optimism proclaims that we live in the best of all promising worlds; and many of the pessimist people fear this is true. my applause, my five stars, I love the below lines

My ravenous  mind romanced
the mirages,creating satiated
metaphors led to quixotic
orgasms,calming my inherent
desires,culminated into piles
of  ruffled euphoric  verses.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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piusha singh

I am honored by your remarks Williams,simplicities simplifies the complexities of life .Thank you.

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Marya Berry

An excellent poem touching on the universal truth of s.o.'s attempting to be mind over matter. :-)

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