A Vixen’s Aspiration

vixen crawls mysteriously around glassy gardens jealous eye watches so suspiciously vixen screams loudly to a blurry moon of July there's no shelter for love just a shadow of hunger dove O lonely friend! whose blanket hugs your tonight? why you're still frozen? O lonely friend! whom you declares that devoted accent? why there's no answers? vixen runs strongly into a cave of tragedy some might say, that's okay but a honest heart can't be folly vixen climbs a hill of irony nobody faults but desire surely when you figures it out as density I feel it's too late to pull it back, baby (dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, C. P. Sharma)