Melancholic reveries
instigate felled emotions that
seem not to care for my
state of mind nor affairs,
yet, it is by a single
once of whispered-words from you that
unfolds my furrowed brow,
All my despair subsides, neuron-driven
plowshares guide paths for joyful
rosebuds to bloom, my soul garden
in full view of everyone, though
longing mostly for your view, as always...
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