What art thou looking at?
I am but a ghost,
An echo lost into the profound past,
Amongst the ominous seclusion,
That thou makest a selection,
Of bold choices amidst the determination,
I am naught,
Revered with respect,
Nor catalogued in treat,
Of a life dejectedly launched,
Into a river like seam severed,
Doth it seem divinely biased,
Mayhap misled in pleasantry of the life's treasures,
A perceptible perception seen from thine eyes,
In the discomfort of mine psyche's restlessness,
Doth suffer mine heart's melody timeless.
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