Amidst the Mist
...Amidst the mist, perchance!
The besieged me, accentuates..
gamboling at that ephemeral glance,
The demure Soul for a moment, eluates.
Defying every dulcet wrath,
with my erstwhile prudent.....
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Categories:
eluates, identity,
Form: Rhyme