Gentle fleck runs through the novel of the night <br />Desert yet burns desolate by the exile <br />Breath passes through the void <br />silence seems voiceless by the verse <br /> <br />the resolution of the last night <br />whispers to wake the heart surmised <br />Cry resolves to sob saintliness <br />When saddled with tears bemused <br /> <br />Still you do exist by the love of fear <br />nettling naïve exhausted by the nerve <br />breeze bristles by the void when quietened <br />As quitter of the quiescent dream as inkless <br /> <br />Earth quivers by the quake milling around <br />the parole of relict redeems by the rain of muse <br />yet stateless when veiled by the glooms of passion <br />As you slowly detract into the ruthless ruse <br /> <br />The stones when parse by the tranquility <br />When riffling through the ridge of rhythm <br />As you whines to ruffle by the gentle flow <br />The bloods defuse to smile by the vale of rune<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-vale-of-rune/
