moon in a dew drop ..

Stnding in front of his antique mirror, he wonders in awe ..  he could see the brimming effulgence  in burning light of golden glow all around his reflection’s imagery .. oh dear, the mirror falters not .. oh dear, the mirror lies never .. it reflects neither parallel realism nor anything afar from the existential bounds ..

Such thriving glades and glaze one could rarely contemplate with .. such prolific circumferential halo burning with dense light of ethereal serenity .. like the calmness of still waters in the wee hour the continuum holds such lull and calm air of an instigated midnight muse .. kinda muse that would picture a beautiful moon in a leaf’s dew drop though for such great celestial body it is .. even for such a miniature the dew drop is ..



Stnding in front of his antique mirror, he wonders in awe .. alongside a brimming effulgence of the halohead’s irradiaance and burning denser light of a midnight flawless muse’s ethereal serenity ..

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