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The azure above, the sand beneath,
The waters tickled my bare feet.
I closed my eyes; the wind caressed me.
’Gave a soft giggle in utmost rhapsody.
A pellucid droplet arising from the skies-
From the cerulean veil reflected in my eyes.
This solitary tear rolled down my cheek,
Like a sparkling dew-drop sliding off a leaf.
It stopped at my lips, spread to a grin
As tender fingers raised my chin.
Mine met eyes brimming with sorrow and fear,
Studded in a face accusing itself for the tear.
Hesitant, but concerned he, then, saw it fit,
To implore me, “Dearest, what is it?”
A gentle smile, a reassuring embrace
Wiped the solicitude off his face.
Yet, the curiosity did not die.
Perplexity engulfed his face like a tide.
But how could I tell him? How could I confess?
All at once, words seemed too less.
Then it all flashed before my eyes.
The reason, the core to all my lies:
Upon me the dazzling lights shone down.
The doctor shook his head with a frown.
I lay in the dreary hospital bed.
What the doc said next filled me with dread.
I heard my mother sob and whimper.
“It’ll be okay,” I heard her murmur.
“She doesn’t have much time...”
The words cut through the air like a knife.
The memory faded away at this,
And I felt myself falling into an abyss.
And then... the stabbing feeling of reality,
After this echoing reminiscence of mortality.
I often gaze at people on the street.
In distress they scrutinize their feet.
And I contemplate frequently:
Why do speculations often converge to anguish and misery?
There is such grandeur to ponder upon.
Life spares us no time to grieve and mourn.
The elegance of nature even beyond the horizon:
Like the way the golden orb peeps out at dawn.
The waters ebbing to reconcile with the sea,
In the moonlight the abandoned shells shine brilliantly.
To indulge even in the deep scarlet of the rose,
For it is but the hue of life that flows.
Illuminating the linn are the shafts of sunlight,
Devising captivating spectrums and iridescence bright.
The birds’ silhouette as they fly high.
And the audacious, grey clouds that stalk the sky.
With a colossal boom the streaking bolts strike.
There is a thundering splendor in heaven’s might.
The sun encrusted in the rosy cirrus striate
Appears, across the twilight sky, as a radiant amulet.
The euphonic trills sung by larks,
And the repose encompassing the intimacy of the moon and stars.
A wave of vibrant tones blooms in the meadows.
Nearby, the frolicking rabbits scamper into their burrows.
The breath of nature; heed its soothing sound,
As snowflakes leisurely descend to the ground.
Yes, I weep for these wonders of essence.
Now, a mist surrounds me; this obscurity’s dense.
Soon will fade, soon it will clear.
And when it does, eternal darkness will appear.
Anon my soul the earth shall devour.
Then, slumber in death’s cradle for endless hours.
These tears of contentment are for the bliss Nature gives.
In this overwhelming ecstasy I find a reason to live.
Before the divine might of Nature I surrender
I shan’t live to solve the enigmas she offers.
Witnessing it all, my heart desires an encore.
But time’s too short; demise’s knocking at my door.
While my heart still beats each moment I must relish.
And when it halts, it’ll crave for these times cherished.
Suddenly, another reflection of the recurring throes-
My pulse weakened, breath quickened; my senses froze.
Consciousness began to slither away; my stability faltered.
Two firm arms seized me as I fell backwards.
But my evanescing life would cause none to faze.
The tides rushed over, rolled back to the sea as always.
The sand lay beneath, the azure above.
He pleaded, “No... Wait... Just hang on, love.”
I wanted to smile and tell him I had no choice.
Except, I could no longer hear his voice...
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