The ether in murky cloud, a setting for beauty's shroud,
Declared naught but apathy, ere the cosmic pageantry;
For when I was on an elevated bimble, out came the nimble
Footslogging towards the other: two eyes of the deific usher.
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It's a brilliant poem... fabulous diction. Your last truthful line needs thorough introspection! I find it as a magnificent piece of work.5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
Parallel streams in day to day life and experiences beautifully portrayed. Thanks for sharing.
no hollow comes without our minds shallow; No farm nor fallow arises without us being humanly callow. shallow fallow callow good rhyming but who here has the capacity to you follow at least ole pall i am shallow let me remain mellow you may follow and glow beyond all those who here are hollow For the grace and glitter of the former is set in the latter: This truth makes no ridge flatter, for this forms life's matter.