Timely, as I peek into the alter self,
I realize this melodious literate in essence
Who I relate to as neither he nor she
But a Shaman of words dwelling deep within me
I ever wonder at what you pursue,
I ever more ponder at why you pursue
To merely relish on the delicacy of wordy bites!
To merely chronicle the Universal delights?
That could otherwise be mentioned in concise
With a little less wit though a bit less precise.
Is it for the love of nature?
Is it to show the mastery over Literature!
Yet, your play of words does entice
The grandeur of the moment that was not otherwise.
Is it in search of someone lost,
Is it to replace something from the past?
If not to reminisce those petty pretty moments
why would you contemplate 'bout them in the current?
Is it to air an abode of romance,
Is it to set sail into a realm of trance,
With chimes of bewitching syllables
You purely cast a spell of marvels!
Nevertheless, I only speculate in admiration
The real mystery of your motivation.
In an enigma of this pleasant speculation,
I realize your verses are an expanse of enchantment
Waiting to be traversed and unleashed for a soulful contentment!
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