Ere yet the fall winds gently fare,
In a strife to welcome winter home.
And skies of sombre clouds prepare,
To sail fair keepsakes of their own.
While a tree vies for attuning amity,
With fleecy gleams of elegant snow,
I stand at the verge of cerulean sea,
To ponder upon things I don't know.

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FERVOUR

If I swing my treads and shape withdraw,
As I crush the burdened afternoon lanes,
If I trade settled steps for a playful flaw,
And slowly drift with the uncertain rains,

Would I own view of bare seraphic eyes,
Whose glimpse fair recollections convey?
I wonder longing oft at the stifling skies,
Whether we'd meet just one mile away;

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A SONNET FOR MY MOTHER

Roseate lights govern my desolate ways,
They lead my visions through brimful rue.
When cold currents blur my feeble blaze,
The solar warmth lends me a lustre anew.

In the wondrous climes that ecstasy bear,
My soul flares up like a shining coral sea.
When I strike crestfallen notes of despair,
The serene glow melts it into one melody.

As I stare at colossal night sky brilliance,
I think of how pure their gleam must be,
When their source is so diviner, and hence,
I pay my tribute to the becalmed energy.

Glistens in my spirit the brightest flame,
That light is backwards spelt her name.

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Paint a masterpiece when eyes still do,
Our footprints in the dark wither away,
Because all we got is whimsical wheels,
Stars too in the end dwindle one day.

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If only wonders were fair 
I'd fancy one prospect best,
About evanescing into air
As if clad in a limpid vest,
When I'd let escape a snap
Or when lips drew a sway,
Each eyelid would overlap
And lo— I'd vanish away. 

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Born as an error of human,
We're jolly beings ineffable,
Crashed at this place of you,
We'll never be more auroral.
You melt sifting through life,
I'd drink you up ephemeral.

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I explain exacting drives to heartbeat,
There's zenith into changing calendars, 
Living on prowls through stealth of time,
Rehashing dreary eyes to deal a rough,
Steading mild focus over merrier climes.

It entails sentiments to endorse a life,
Retreating each night to walls of truth,
The visions to weave a definite storyline,
Harping on the shortcomings of mind,
Wondering if our destinies may entwine.

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I wished to gleam o'er teary skylight,
Some twinge of love made it all sweet.

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I see,
My strings coddled in a swirl of rust,
Winter's whispers and dainty touch,
The haven of older sweet mysteries,
The metaphors to feel and appease.

I do,
Remember pages of your neat diary,
Cherish the stories I was starstruck,
Sigh with million confessions untold,
Try hide it from mortal eyes' behold.

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If belief can scare away my fears, 
Why don't my fears leave anymore? 
Don't I have trust enough, or is it
That I'm not afraid anymore? 

If aches can die within a still heart, 
Why doesn't my heart aches more? 
Don't I have nerves to feel now, or is it, 
That I don't live in pain no more? 

If my sunrays don't shine anymore, 
Why don't I feel darkness dire? 
Don't I have light enough, or is it, 
That I've got my fears retire? 

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