Adroit Time
From Arya Patel
The Lady Of Prestige, Ms. Infinity
Clad in eminence, delicate divinity.
Eve hues, a blush on her features,
Tincture of intrigue kissers.
She flushes in red,
As Lord Solis greets his bed.
Her amator, Mr. Luna shall come in anytime,
How cunning is this time!
Crawls and runs at the same time,
Foe to lovers, shame on you adroit time.
Lady must now enrich her grace,
With zillions of twinkles on her face.
She awaits for the befall of season,
Where thwart to love is none.
Little did she know,
How inexorable was her beau.
It's a series of poetries. There are 3 poems in it under title 'Infinity❤️Luna'
This is the 1st poem of the series. There will be two more where Infinity (sky) and Luna(moon) meets and in third one they get separated and hopes to meet again.
Comment to let me know whether you will like to read more of this series of Poetries or not.
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