#WritcoPoemPrompt99
Your laugh is as bright as the perihelial-sunshine,
your armchair whispering breeze my candleshine!

how is my lifeless-skin saving me a blush,
perhaps my flickering soul a starry-eyed paintbrush;

the canopy keeps creeping up to every trace of y'r fragrance,
how is my chair swinging-by, Ah! yours absence;

for the righteous prayers aren't ever spelled-out!
love isn't as catastrophic as after-love fallout,

the locusts making love are infests in festive mood,
my crops are being gobbled up, my eyes still glued,

to resurrect my dreary gnashing arm-chair out of wood;
how precious you'r memories become still as cold as firewood!

still as leaking as rainbow-colors the skies were never bleeding!
who knows the dead are pleading about how our eyes are misleading!
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© ZiaD