Elixir
In twilight hours at the edge of void life
Perched on sea shore of foaming strife
With unfilled cup of fulfillment in hand I see
Dusky desires reach the drowning horizon.
The last spectrum of sunburst ecstasy
Surges on the stream of gold on the sea
In my enraptured eyes it turns into elixir
I'll fill my empty cup to drink to the lees.
May 3, 2019
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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