A stream nondescript
becoming the rill
taking the tide
waving through tortuosities
....a river of longing
Heap of pebbles
scattered about,
no form to claim,
no design to make,
no plans to become
....the mountain of desires
A fluff here
a floss there
hues varying
from rainbow to grey,
floating across firmament
....the clouds of belonging
What will become of me
engulfed I have been
by the magic....
invading my days,
permeating my dreams
Falling, falling, falling
I am
in love
in spite of myself
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