How rarely,
You bare up
the extant of my dreams
flinching, unconsciously
the rectitude of my heart
In door-less lea
and a blooming sky;
chirping, cajoling
the consciousness at large
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Like always well written.
So much thanks Rashmi Malapur Jee!