The Bliss

Misty morning, mingling sun
Dewy drops dwindling around
Blooming buds, beholding eyes
Rising rapture, rousing inside.

Thousands of thoughts
Hovering above
Memories merge and dance
Unfathomable beauty
Overlying above.

Rays from the sun
Slowly embrace me.
A warmth, joy and solace.
The eternal bliss.

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Stride

I am striding in a lonely street
Brooding silence slowly erupts
Smell of smoke pervades
A trunk half eaten by termite

No familiar faces
No movement, no sounds
Am I alienated?
A black bird perched on a giant tree
Stares at me

Still I am striding
In search of what?

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