Lovely ! lovely !
lovely! is the
full
Blossomed flower ,
The Metaphysical Rose
In my ancestral
reared Garden,
I don’t
smell it,
The fragrance pierces
my nose,
Pervading the Valhalla
like.
I feel a
sensation it
Wants to contract
its space
To be more
possessive,
No more loves
you crave,
No more lost things
you miss,
STILL the ash
coloured Dove
Looks NOT askance
at me
But to approve
of my
Internalised ambience.
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