The soaring pinnacle is steep,
plummeting downwards is deep
Albeit, caught on with apricity of
these anomalous heavy breaths
tracing the trajectory of a soul
having a barney howl.
Is this a maze?
The prologue, as crimson as azure
The epilogue, redolent with vellichor
Clutching momentum,
resisting downfalls,
gazing around in a daze..
petrified at the sight as I see numerous ways.
Why it's abided by haze?
Persuading folks over a self discovery
Progressing on an array of rivalry,
And I foray into the queer mediocrity
By the unpaved; I stay confined,
Tenebrosity all around with a tincture of hue
tangling it abides, as I wish to pursue.
Is it the right time to glaze?
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