Michael Devant
Karya Michael Devant Kategori Puisi
dipublikasikan 02 Agustus 2016

In the corner of every light

There lies a home for shadows

Grim, as the fading bright

They grew in hounded echoes


Warm fellows and bonded deeds

Tinted touch of simple sensation

Out of longing it feeds

Compromised in the draught of passion


Hear not, nor said relieve

Shared by sight of past deceit

Step in songs of sad believe

Of hubris; inched, struck in repeat 


Dim tales, shallow joy

Of souls, cautiously gleams

Fear, has it not for heavens toy

Threads in dauntless dreams


Plots within time and devotion

So take, have and want

Clouded across nights in  motion

Be desire of mortals haunt

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