Disenthralled on the shore
dangling legs in the cerulean water,
woolgathering whilst the purl and plash
of the blues beneath.
Umpteen waves tickle my toes,
while the zephyr gushes
in tranquil blows..
It's as sure as death
I ain't less than wraith
being crooned to resfeber
building up a syndicate and an agnostic empire,
wherein mountains have been raised upon pyre.
As I stand here alone,
Oh! Not so lorn
for unlike the bevy
who turned stone cold
looking askance at the plethora
from dusk til' dawn.
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
