A lonely streak of thought worth savouring,
A smile that was worth waiting,
But alas!
Losing the sight of a shooting star,
Into the Zions unknown afar,
A price that missed my grasp,
For no fault of mine,
I wish i had known better during the Rendezvous,
Laying on a bed of trial,
Each layer reminiscing my frail,
The portent resonating in my heart,
That all is not lost,
The ambers of the past,
pushing me to further my quest,
Leaving behind a labyrinthine of guile,
Looking at the vast meaningfulness with a sardonic smile,
And the hope that I wont be leaving all alone!!
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