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Okay. This one is a bit different, a lot different I mean. And I wonder if anyone has ever done this... but, well... my crazyness took hold of me that day and this is the outcome.
The thing is, as you read up there this poem is yet to be given a name. And I haven't planned on giving it one either. So, whatever comes to the mind of the reader while reading the poem that should be assumed as the tittle.
Now, sit back, relax and read on.
:)
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Love accents are never to be forgotten,
As the hearts have mingled once
With the symphony full of
Mystic, mystique and myth.
It seemed like an arbitrator
Doing a secret ministry.
Like a lover hidden
In the light of day dreams
Singing hyms abstruse.
It had fled away, once
Just like sweet dreams.
Left me to wail and break,
Stealing away all the colours,
Of my vision.
Alas! Now it's back...
With a rapture so divine.
With something stronger than any attraction.
And something to not let me let it go.
It did keep,
Its bright promise,
As clean as truth
And as clear as the autumn skies.
My heart and soul bloomed out
In its approaching melody.
So serene, so soothing,
I felt I was flying.
On feeling its shadow,
Dancing on the wet sand,
I finally let out a sigh of relief.
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