Walked as I may, with an
open desire
Amused by enchantments of a sharp, wild briar
Gazing the moon as if I am gonna hire
NO matter, how grave, the consequences may be dire
Archaic is the beauty of that piece of sapphire
Blossoming the sky while staying with its sire
Without its presence, the sky would have been drier
Recreating imagery that I
haven‘t seen prior
Skipped my beat had I not been a trier
If it would be not, then I
would be a liar
Appears to be as if my quills‘ on fire
Keeps on fluttering shrieker and higher
Few more of these and I would set ablaze a fire
No one’s cares or I would have been for hire
Whole of this journey has flattened me to tire
Spreading what's worth all through the wire
Setting myself free from this dingy, deep quag-mire
And,its time to bid adieu before lying calmly on a pyre
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