After Guardian :Phantom or Fact: A Dialogue in Verse
What is that form that set in
Surreptious by my bed, cool
and tender, nearer to my sway,
me wondering, if it is a sudden
angelic beauty with a silken cloth
wooing me with endearing smile,
so sudden its arrival, a mystery
evolves around questioning if
it is the doings of heaven or earth;
or gentle bewitching into my soul,
sometime back, it coiled around
in not so beautiful form, effacing
my youthful jollity and mirth,
into my mirror often, tapping
its source; wait for both;
now comes a different form
friendly shape, awakening
dream or time playing cards,
a game of strife or emotion
still a world of conundrum
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