At the Horizon
Intimate cushion of your embrace
Eyes open and cocoon was just a farce
Elapsed moment a dream
Present abode like any other place
Absent mortal impression on sheets unwrinkled
Madeup lodging, your absence more pellucid
Arrogance, an escort to rising phoenix
To other's sensitivities, response less jumbled
Swamped in syrup of shattered illusion
Alas, intelligence in shade of celestial govern
Sequences escalate, wisdom unsanctioned
Streamlines quill in a marathon sea of expression
Awaiting the echo of love
One's choice worthy despite your defiance
For even though seems like eons
Still young, vehemence of one's emotions
A taste of air, par horizon
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