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ETERNAL REVERIE
My soul drenches in the realm of your quintessence
To rise in its resplendent renaissance
Akin to the birth of a feathered avian
Searching in your heart, a tiny pavilion.
Held up by the reciprocation of your love
Which has not done yet, despite of heavy hove
Within the strength of yearn, never dies
The sensibilities that keep the souls’ ties.
Devotion to you taught me self-amore,
Yet I was alive, now I live to the core.
Copyright ©
Aucin Sharma
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