Frolicking
in a reminiscence
in a parody of what it means
to live and breathe and
weave the dream
Mesmerized
by the sudden glare
by the lustre and sheen
of the things in-between
the silence and the stare
Hindsight
mists fade at dawn
awakened life plays the scenes
awakened to the whisperings
and the wanderings
that live to carry on
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