T R A N S P I R E D

14~ Esoteric

Note: the updated and edited version of this poetry is now available in my newer poetry collection "When Nature Beckons You". If you want to read the first draft, you are free to ❤️
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E S O T E R I C

Like an occult presence it is,

Sweeps all around me,

Teasing through my hair,

At times though,

Stealing away my fears.

It is known for its
sweet whistles down the lane,

For healing up our spirits.

It brushes through leaves,

Green and autumn leaves,

It’s a sight to see,

Like a way of greeting me.

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Like an arcane presence it is,

A mysterious presence transcending,

The cold wind bites through the brims,

Raising goose bumps on my skin,

Whispering its cold caresses,

Telling me, reminding me,

The beauty of its presence,

Gifted from Lord’s essence.

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I listen to it,

Feeling it wisp through my soul,

Whispering the blessings of Lord,

Swallowing away my worries,

Waking my hard-pressed soul,

Lifting my spirits as of many it does,

Of those people who see the
beauty of her presence,

Those who see the Lord’s essence.

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Like a mystic presence it is,

I see it ripple up the waves,

As if coercing them to move forward,

To express their beauty like she does,