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Where of all possible shades and degrees
Of imaginings can solace be found?
Hidden hues of memories infuse these
Porous arteries of thought, like underground
Pools and reservoirs steep'd deep with spilled rains
Freely coursing, faintly coaxing, beckoning,
Flooding every facet of my fertile brain,
Producing these verses ripe for picking
From the tumulting trellises of words
Undoubtedly worthy of strange design–
As shall momentarily be heard,
Unraveling from abnormal frames of mind–
True bombardment to unseasoned beholders
Of abstraction: when hope crumbles, smolders.
Omniscient faculties are required
To, with certainty, know what transpired
Else that lilting night, besides this mire
Of a moment be, of these words' inspire:
Seated in a glowing room, past midnight
With partially intoxicated sight,
Scattering our cares in quick, lucid flight,
She gazed through me, and captured once- with bright
Radiance and deadly blush- a deep sigh,
Only fleetingly, gladdened, warmth-supplied.
I'd ne'er know this girl of pure affection
Would e'er reveal me, there, unbridled joy,
For the very next day, she'd forgotten–
Abandoning me to this moment– redeployed
Eternally.
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