It is a day of introspection
There shall be no concession
No commission or omission
It is celestial ascension
Or is it my faculties descension
Glass stays at half empty position
I'm wary of stay positive people
That is my confession... today
I see gardens of delight manifestation
Where we will be together, Music, poetry
Dance and no longer bound to mortality
Free from literary strictures
Jasmine sprouts on the ground she treades
Flowers turn to stare, tree leaf's clap hands
I become the ground, she is the step
God's language is silence....
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