Is it a machination of moon?
in collusion with planetoids
to stir me
For an inscrutable feud?
In the aftermath,
I clutched them whilst
beaming with determination
for my sheer dreams
I don't accuse these orbs
they are far away to get
the reverb of my resilience screams
In the epiphany of my serendipity
I couldn't confront the moon
couldn't match the star's solasta
Let my endeavours get hovered high
and the flare be my boon.
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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// ^_^
