In the long haul of the overdue days
And into the deepest darkest nights
A fury of the raw raging thoughts
going berserk at the sight of shimmering bright lights.
None of the usual flare of emotions,
Willing to carry the unseen reach till far.
The fearsome roads just happen to tremble
with the presence of picketing tar.
But the wind gets to flow at the wild call
of nowhere, from the burning desert stranded!
A seas presence hurling its mighty waves
Directed in the ways of the prosperously granted.
Scathing the cloud reigning in the sky high above;
For the rain they fill “readily waiting to pour!
Glassing the lap of the faithless in its path…,
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