Kissed By the Passing Breeze of Awakening
It was strange as a very strange dream,
And like a rare foggy winter day sunbeam;
Was that caressing kiss meant for me,
Or like the tide of the sea, for anyone, free?
Did I feel that Kiss had a romantic touch,
Nay, in it there was no intimacy as such;
The interiors of my being seemed to crack, yet,
As though in my unawareness nothing got set;
A bit of complication like that of loops of a thread I felt,
Oh, how many times I could see my faith melt!
Many times life looked like Shakespearean tragedy,
Even catharsis seemed to increase my agony;
This state of mind continued for very long,
Until I understood that my love should grow strong...!!!
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