*Unsuspected cloud pulsating
on rise,
flash here
then there... inescapable eyes,wrongly mine drop
short of mesmerize,
gasping up to newer heights, elapsing now copious
flights, none time spaced from under spells' fight.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...