It's a recondite feeling,
when a person face,
similar breaks, which iterate.
At times, such one hum diapasona
On the boulevard of Zephyr,
with that string, beating strong.
The void ingurgigate inky redemptions,
With nothing more to, again, face,
and there you have the strongest caricature.
Just warmly touch that flesh once,
and you'll see the brook unseen,
a melody unheard,
such a sight you'll hold forever-
of that downburst.
© Ritika Peace ||