as a fawn in wilderness,
I miss the skills of enshrouding,
the warmth and ardour that emanates,
unwillingly I flow into ethereal currents of faith and reliance,
I may not recognize my deep nestled ambition,
only that I reach out for arcs of colours in the skies,
and promises of beguiling cosmos,
my gullible tendencies appall a few,
as I unchain myself,
of delusive orthodox criterion,
I gather my being as the world melts away,
and fly into deep lyrical rhythms,
simple symphonies of existence...
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