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Dec 5
In the brume of the morning,
my noctilucent mind wanders.
I snap myself to actuality,
a gossamer clinging on.

But I dreamβ€”
of falling into a canopy,
carried by the zephyr
into a celestine world.

My eyes reflect alpenglow,
an aureole of aurora above my head.
I glissade through
this manifestation of elysium.

Lambent insects dance across
this surreal peninsula,
while a lost spindrift searches
for my weary, waiting face.

its culmination nears
as the burden in my heartβ€”
hauls me back to earth,
where shadows stir and fester.

The halcyon lies,
the evanescent world,
a phantasm of hope
drifts into oblivion.
I always loved weird words, so I kind of forced myself to use some of them. I hope the meaning of poem isn't lost in useless jargon.
Written by
Ray Hatim  19/M
(19/M)   
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   Kian
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