a musk so raw,
a fume so rich
like gravel of sand
clutched in peasant's vow
nothing spectacular,
no heavenly blow
whirling familiarity
that is yet to be known
a musk so raw,
a sense so bright
like nebula of dust
hugging hurriedly the moon
reminisces of bygone
an epic? a legend?
devoured by saints
in the tricks of modern men
a musk so raw,
a sight so rare
like wet geraniums
in the wings of unicorn
look how it escapes the naked eye
like ashes settled on the quay
heeded by none, in the hourglass of time
yet a musk sets in, forever in the mind.
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