Yes please,
Roll in the pileus,
For the eyes to sense
Glowed the cloud iridescence,
People say it is a rare sight,
At an apropos eve, I saw it
From a height in Ojas,
As the scattered light was glowing
My heart was singing,
After a while, it was fast thumping,
Switching from the merry cheering
To the feel of departing.
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