If the words, could
take wings
like a fire-fly
Night thoughts would glow
into starry skies
Many outpost will surrender, down
from their lier above, that is
resting on a pillow of clouds
That is how comets fall
trailing its wishes, and
Stars twinkle blinking their eyes -
Pivoting universes to whirl inside bigger space, tiny in stature, yet bigger of heart
as if knowing:
How lusciously have I powered my wordy stroke
All came bundling down
Painting masterpieces of my thoughts
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