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I stand upon a miracles plain
the very essence of its beauty
perfection everywhere surrounding me
this feeling burgeons close to ecstasy
I the witness
peruse eternity
in the return of love
ever in a life time happily
living this 
being this
is how all these formulations of sweetest creations
came to me
and in the elated heart of joyous life
I rose upon the steps of temples unity
and with all my companions 
did thankfully celebrate
the honour of the love bequeathed us

This is how it was meant to be
this feeling burgeoning close to ecstasy
I remember

Grey the billowed clouds surround me
a fog in clamors daub
shatters the sun
to follow me at every turn
lays its irksome shadow upon all my smiles
just to tell me it’s only momentary
between I the fog designs unhappily
the demands of economical uncertainty
the ever present hate crime
attacking me
stabs their twisted focus
to placate those glimpses of something I knew
before this bitter shroud
haunted me
yes I remember in some wistful childhood memory
and stolen from the light
I staggered bemused into this mire
and lost all sense to life
and now I live in the fog of unhappily

I remember
the way it was meant to be
this burgeoning feeling so close, so close to ecstasy
ever in a life time spent happily

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