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A Jocular Hint - My Soliloquy
Written: May 6th 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew! Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view. Nature provides her bounty every day, I extend my hand and grasp her sway. I perceive my youthful self in that place, Her offerings were serendipitous grace. In her sphere, blooms, and waterfalls, A supple deer, an oaring raptor, in altar calls. Each contributes to a feeling of calmness, She was a fountain of pure suaveness. Yet wars and famine steal my breath away, A sight, luring amid a rutted path of ruby clay. A moody inquiry into the root of my being, A fleeting time of pure delightful feeling! Thus, I wound up shooting my future ego, Lift a glass, not a pistol, in a sky-dip indigo. I rise again, and the sun surrounds me, I can predict zodiac signs and lunar spree. Along with Mars, Venus, and other oddities, My mind spills, leaving no room for prodigies. I shot for my destiny with this radical rhetoric, Pulling me up a path reflected as historic. A flash of his pistol, a gaze that said, walk, My handgun babbled in its wandering talk.
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