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Musings that escape, in myriad, untouched by mundane grime
Cascade onward, whatever space or time.
Interludes of such mortal mind
Forge a rippling river of rhythm and rhyme,
Words etched by the shades of dark, puffe...
(Written for November is Fleeting, 2019 contest organised by WattpadPoetry)
After a long, long time, today,
In a foggy forest, I caught a glimpse of her.
A misty veil slightly covered her face,
Fine inlay of light and shade draped her grace;
Sparkling dots of dewdrops, glowing on her cheeks,
On fallen leaves, lying on the grass,
Beneath her feet; when vagrant breeze
Touched those desiccated, forgotten flowers.
For a fleeting moment I was dazed,
By kaleidoscopic display of her coloured rays;
Then I woke up from my dreamy, drunken slumber
And smiled my sweetest at the morning sun of November.
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