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Bizarre is my temperament,

You’ll search for me in place all vacant.

Imperceptible yet there I breathe,

In your lodging warehouse building canopy.

You can sense my existence, but can’t feel me.

Evaporated by your tenderness,

Still within, your second presence.

Dig deep inside my corpse and you’ll find,

Shades of affection, you’ll get mesmerised.

In the sun I’ll be your shadow to conceal,

In the night in your bed to be healed.

I’ll feel you like a poetess writing her ode,

I’ll be usually dreadful and heavenly,

I’ll be mysteriously bizarre all my vitality.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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