A lonely cloud once crept in
to my room,
“I just want to be where
shadows don’t loom,
They befriend my shadow and
leave me in the lurch,
While I stand there like the
lone candle in a church,
Facing a silent retreat into
an oasis of stillness,
I pause to master the art of
thoughtlessness.”
A touch of regression in the
cloud’s monotone,
I was torn asunder by a
spectre so lone,
“Just think of yourself as a
for the nonce creation,
To embark on a nonpareil journey
of redemption,
You achieve a concinnity of
the earth and the heaven,
Intrigue us all and mesmerize without
a reason,
Like the lonesome
thought-messengers, who rue,
You are the elixir of
eternity, the reason for being true … 
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