A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.
I pray to mute despair and extreme pain
To vain pursuits the world to set values,
Long did I near your soothing of your tone,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing your tone,
Your features gracefully divine.
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of reminiscence,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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