Repose doesn't come up ripe
no more inputs, right
what could be such super feed
that ignites robust sleep
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Transience.....the oldest song on earth, each time in a brand new coat, and created in full elegance and new spirit. I must exclaim again: What a Beauty is this laden and layered poem! so many marvelous metaphors to enjoy! Thank you so much for sharing this fantastic though sad poem, Kesav.
New becomes old, old becomes new. It is all His Grace. The sleep and the dream also. Thanks for your detailed feedback Sylvie. Liked
Super Dark! ! ! A shadow. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.