As the daylight crawled into my room,
Scattering a beam of golden dust.
Spreading a scintillating sight,
Of a vivid silk thread,
Iridescent and bright.
Spinning and enticing,
Into the lustrous lair,
Transfixed I enter,
As a prey to the Spinneret's spin.

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At the arrival of lunar tide,
Thither my heart, our moon time tryst.
Hooting and screeching; a call I begin,
Echoed my aching desire in a perigon.
Nocturnal Knight, the thoughts we share-
An untainted affair.

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As my day ceased at midnight blues,
Holding tight, my sapphire stone
I walked down my lane,
Following the carpet moss.

And as I strive to fathom my every stride,
I walk into a cacophonic musical,
A jarring symphony!
With the orchestration of cicadas in synchrony.

Standing there, ravening my merrier mayhem,
I was respired by a jolt,
A Vision through the bulgy eyes,
Of the praying mantis, clairvoyant and wise.

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As I deluge into the mysteries of the morning mist,
I stumble upon the serenity of the sky,
Evading evanescence of the echoing reality...

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Through skyscraping mountain peaks,
Cascaded water, sparkling streaks.
As the water broke,
Into a serene stream,
Emanated there a muliebrile dream.
As the ballerina brooks danced,
To the river's fetish run,
Effeminated a sprout in the fecund field.
And in the fertile lands of red soil,
Procured a maternal miracle!
Impregnating the qualities of Gaia,
Dawned "Woman"- the soul of the Earth!

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Flaunt it, highlight your cheekbone,
Trapped inside the bitter beauty standards...
Yet we make-up to another "cause-medic" emergency.

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Far ahead, in extended space,
With much curiosity, I stargazed.
As my exquisite Ego, Earthens sight,
You thrust afar, seeking Saturn, the dright!
By Jove, I call you for a mighty rule,
Yet you disown me, the orphaned floating fool.
Reaching 673°F, I traumatized,
Madly Marred...
And then I realized,
It was all an etching Uranyl dream.(how silly)
You know, Spaceman, our love is always as dense as Neptune,
And hence the Goddess of Love, composed our celestial Syzygy in rune.

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The rustic past resonates,
I wrestle to risk,
To catch on with a frisk.
As I winded,
A puff of the present,
I paused to unwound,
The days where I lived,
In the streets of reminiscence...
Simple, joyous and resonant!

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On refusing to be curious
With the absurdities,
I lose myself,
Passing into the oblivion.

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Through the sidelines,
And trailing vines.
Growing from the bushy mess,
To surviving the stress.
Never did I become a wallflower...
I grew into be a vibrant,
Boulevard Blossom!

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