Her name was engraved in every stria
crisscrossing his soma
screaming her presence
from all visible outlook

Foundered in her mirage
and delirious for her essence
he perched his soul
on the toes of his hope

As he looked through his demurred eyes
the phalanx of her grotesque illusions
made his hope leavened
and in such momentary ecstasy
his bereavement remained quiescent
and the ludicrous heart weaved some dreams hopelessly impossible
but then miracles happen often
in such momentary trice

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