A numbing fleet
Towards the infinity
Vehement calls
An obfuscate wonder
Innumerable storms
Go scathingly
Obstinate spines
Snapped into two
Is it a beckoning
Of the unknowing
A meet, at the zenith
The blaze amid fog
Or is it a yearning
Of the bereaved
A jaded fall,
foreverParched at the knell
And the azure dawn
Overcast the crooked sky
A gala of clouds
Yet again rejoice
Sun-birds flutter again
Gliding into eternity
We sit and await
The moonrise
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