Yores

Yores!
ahh!
the fervid yores!
this memories allure me to run behind,
chasing the butterflies,
dropping pebbles into the pond
and watching the ripples ruffling;hugging the shores,
searching the missing palettes of the ebon-arc-rainbow,
canescent over the paddy fields,
railing the shadows of the tinctured clouds neath the argent moon
along the lone wood track,
and---
following the flute of an eternal euphony near the horizons,
I wander before the perfumes of the jasmine that beguiles me of (-YoU-)
the night offers me an oddment dark,
i close my eyes,
folded palpebras drape me deep
and i dream of an existence ,
a formlessness,
a dot of a non-dimensional measure!


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