I stopped with a jerk on the street!
My heart was sinking, but my soul upright!
What realisation made me feel such grief;
you know, I can tell; and I always have the means!
A lion suddenly materialised and began
playing the violin for me. And I envisioned a
tiny tenderness and an expanse of love
as if the grief of forsaking transmigrated
every cell of my anatomy; a structural
disorientation suddenly falling into place.
It was the sweetest music I had ever heard
There were too many harpsichords of the heart
sent aflutter with the harmony of melancholic
melancholy. I have always been a miracle worker,
but not such a marvelous musician! This messenger
that I suspect was sent by you; to bring back
all the memories of an everlasting remembrance
superimposed and suprajuxtaposed on my soul!
Picture postcards from one infinite haloedness
to another. And I became the Knight of Guinevere!
You can see this stature is above all knights; all
heroes of mythology. And then I realised my
beautiful baby girl, Jashmina: It is not your
deceit or treachery; but that of the ones that
perpetually seek to bully and compromise you!
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