Afterglow

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No one appreciates
her peculiar beauty

nobody percieves
her roseate display

she's the gray of
the night and day

even herself couldn't
discern her pulchritude

so as they—who seems
to see without realization

they couldn't grasp
her entrancing wonders

they don't know
but she's my cynosure

and for me she's the
exquisite piece of nature.


Fri, March 26, 2021

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