Curating plentiest revelations,
Delighting in forenoons,
Wherever jabbing provocations
Crossing timbre of September’s tune.
A lifelong odyssey,
Swallowed by restless undulations,
Hither and thither,
Invading thoughts with fainter sensations.
Shadows glisten as they hang,
Magical illusions,
Waking from a tiresome dream,
Drowning in a sea of confusions.
Pardoned by the fifth-month’s grace,
A toll of blessings,
Compressed into neat leaflets,
Whispering through time’s endless dressings.
The world’s embrace feels unkindly,
Yet still-hunt spirits roam,
In a chasm of laughter and tears,
Finding solace in a distant home.
Each speck of existence,
An invitation to behold,
As the sunbeam stretches wide,
And stories of the past unfold.
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