The Rock Idol

When you close your eyes and join your palm
Before the rock idol that you never cared for. 
Ocean of sorrows fade in the procural calm
Like waves washes feet, immaculate tears washed the core. 

Now you drool over and romanticise the romance.
Sparkling, ecstatic, angelic eyes overwhelmed in gratitude. 
With new spoony and meticulous heart ,you let go of nuance.
You be came a follower and now you summon platitude. 

Because you closed your eyes and joined your palm 
Before the rock idol you never cared for. 
What is sorrow, now you ask, got used to the procural calm. 
Waves washed your soul, not sole, and made a harmonious core.
-dpbian



The Rock Idol
The Rock Idol








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