One fine day, the sun stopped by, asking for time.
As I waited to be freed from the golden grills of gloom,
pink rays jived to the tunes of his bayonet,
Enthralled, I peeped at the moon, and it rose too,
As the dark folly,
Cloaked all kings and lowly.
Chelonian ages passed by,
I waited my ground,
Wasted I strode, on the paths of holy.
Dripping slowly, from the caps of snow
On my once bouldered shoulders,
Flow past the roughest territory
Did your charm, unwasted….
As you took flight each day,
To deeper felonies the salt did sink,
And as you trod the zealous peaks,
Sinking my teeth in meandering paths,
I fled away to evil heights,
Elevated than you, wearer than me,
I drained myself in the ocean of lost identity,
And the brunt bore only your magnanimity…
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