An impeccant dream, missed in time’s leap;
Buried to arouse from the slumber so deep.
Fear swigged and stilled in ocean of my sighs;
Pocked to essence and caged in my free eyes.
Trusting to booze from the realism’s lil stream;
Waitressed in the duskiness to testify its gleam.
Unaware; it was mere a mute and lapsing cloud,
Damned to rain. Rising to stay? No, not allowed.
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Strings of Soulfulness 