The mystical music spinneth in me a myth
a dreamy stream seemingly gentle poundeth in me its fists
a mighty torrent rushing down in sheer abandon
so sweet is his melody for all else is forgotten
Dreams, whims - craved and cradled, swerved and lingered
steeples, spires, mosaics, tiles - ocher orange,vermilion red
frozen silver, coppery bronze surges teems, a canopy of ''doubts''
stationing itself in ''nimbo-stratus'' as are the sequined velvety cottony clouds
Parched is the Earth in pain
unquenchable is her sorrow albeit the sinuous rains
billowing bales, dizzying heights,ranting rage of the celestial skies
all in one divine diffused delight bringeth forth tears to her ''Kohl''d eyes...
Yet here she stands,stays,not wanting to quit, bidding her time
and waiting for the tide to turn and before the clock ticks and swipes with it the magical melancholy of those yet ''unsaid'' bits ...
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