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A State of Bliss

Behold me, reader, in absentia,

As I am where my words are,

Behold me, reader, in solitude,

Your sight confined to these pages.

Ridden by the wings of melody,

A breath in the breeze of fantasy,

But the gracious might of nostalgia

Made me above all, find myself.

A blissful me in all languid senses,

Wherein came a smile complementary,

A smile that is perhaps

A lullaby to all my oddness,

A lullaby to all my unrest.

- Tarun Mathew Doss


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