threads to my Fabric

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Like butterscotch-

roofed over cascatta paste,

I savour the flavor of the swift dawn

with my naked sleepy eyes,

witnessing a scenery painted

in an amber summoned taste.

Drifting slowly from the golden shimmer,

theft by the entrails of the peach stolen mist;

the clouds gliding like the foam over sea,

Visible for f e w s e c o n d s,

But the next moment melanised in a flee.

Under midline spectrum

of the noon’s bask,

peek the hanging glittery lamps

atop the gravity stricken cliffs

shadowing the marshes breathing

in the chemistry of its flask.

As the day moulds,

lifting from scented lavenders

towards the aroma of full moon’s tide.

Wishing the farewell -

to the tamed carpets

and greeting our canopies

while a lazy grin slides.

A drizzle of hopeful light

cascading afar the long forgotten oceanic dye.

Magical to live when living is dignified

In submission to the Lord;

For heaven awaits, a sanctuary unknown

but the heaven of my everlasting abode.

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