Mysterious Souls in the City of Pines

Mysterious Souls in the City of Pines

The placid zephyr by green fiber leaves of pine trees 

are deaf, mute, and blind adage of the duple Adams memoirs.

In the dim light of the night,

they sat in the Stonehenge–like structure of England.

Uttered the wind of saccharine buds in the Garden of Eden.

Poles repelled as folks and tribes are crossing by,

as if Milky Way galaxy against the universe.

They dreaded not as supernova collides.

Comets and meteorites showered adoration of genuine diamonds.

Underneath the moonlight, they reconnoitered the splendor City of Pines.

Binary XY chromosomes unceasing,

while interweaving in veins.

Partaking their inherited genes from each other.

Some are dominant, roughly are recessive that chemistry sparks.

The sun is no longer translucent as it sets in the West.

Fog and morning dew spawned frost.

The sensation of coolness was extremely sturdy in the atmosphere,

that gravity forced the sun and the moon to explode.

They rotated on their axis vis-à-vis,

while passionately and intimately exploring each other’s asteroid belts.

Fire spurted intensely in the core of the earth.

Sweats drizzled all over the nude physiques.

Woke up to the melody of chirping birds outside the window,

beneath the sterling spectrum of dawn at the horizon of hydrangea.

Cherished moments bid farewell,

as they took the road of point of origin.

Tears dropped by,

as melancholy was deep as the pearl in the Orient Seas.

They seized vows to embrace and cradle in each other’s arms–until eternity.

Author: Jayson Dela Fuente

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