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Untimely Whims
Intense and absurd is the ecstatic sorrow of Fall, Could it be ephemeral craze or the rust within my mind? Easeful summers and beatific springs placate my angst… Balmy feral winters palliate my soul and my sense, yet Eylul remains the ufindable season of my earthly craze. Ruthless is the depth of the iceberg that depletes my sense! Greenish and yellowish leaves are now under my feet, and Estival budding love still haunts my restive, whimsical heart. Into love-ish whims I subterfuge blasé of the yesteryears, Haply my ephemeral insanity becomes his sane lunacy, And all that comes along is but proof of humane lucidity. I soon becomes us and the magical bond dispels my fears. Is it a mere reverie or am I back to my olden deferred dreams? Easeful is the thought of his shady iceberge in the daylight, Yet the nocturnal darkishness it is not saccharine as it seems, Still into love-ish whims I subterfuge blasé of lunatic insanity. 30/10/2020
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