Gravitas felt when I stared
At the writings on the wall
The scribbled words
Engraved with an essence
Whether life was a paradox.
Cautiously waiting for the breeze
To wither it down
While the escapist mind wondered!
Words do haunt us like death
That even death seems innocent
The writings were the truth
Laid there for the frisky eyes
For how bedazzled I was
Beholding the inscribed words
A gift blessed me though
Storming right into my world
Holding me firm while I shivered
For I thought was the respite
When the mist stalled the vision
And I couldn’t find the writings
Which left me brooding all over
The mist then cleared up
And all I could see was someone!
Holding my hands as I ascended
To an eternal bliss called
Seclusion.
Enigmatical 
Beautiful!
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Glad you enjoyed!š
Thanks !!
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Very powerful – loved the journey and the beautiful end
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Indeed it was beautiful ! Thank you so much for your kind words Sirš
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My absolute pleasure
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Kudos to this one.
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how nice
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Thank you so much!
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I have grown to admire your poems more and more each time that i visit your blog..and I feel honored to have a read on them for it brings unto me the true realization of the beauty of this language. Nice one!
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Thank you so much Cezane for your kind words. It’s this camaraderie which puts this form of art at the top of the tree. Way we share our stuff and appreciate like you do makes the day for all of us. Means a lot Cezane! ā„ļø
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Wow this is esqusite šš
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Thank you so much for your kind read!š
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Beautiful one, Samyak š
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Thank you so much !
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much !
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