The metamorphosis of desperation into a field of dandelions

The dramatism of the mortal bane elapsed in its stillness to be,

In the pleas of eternal metamorphosis, I wished for the darkness to engulf me.

Yonder in its stellar encapsulates the youthful mind with a radiance that oozes magnanimity

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Alas, desolation laid its desperate hands on my tenderness,

Piercing the soul with pain that entrenched the plight of the dark, wounds that no one could see.

Dreams of the unleashed and unfathomable joy of the liberated light,

Rendered my unease to be awake in the embrace in the slumber’s night

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Serendipity in its ethereal essence embarked on its quest,

I ravaged through the field of dandelions of hope, to return to my humble abode and rest.

Catastrophe in its mirth squanders through the cascading waters of uncertainty,

The yearning for amour in its purest form writhes man to the brink of his insanity.

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A war that rages the mind but tames the soul,

Humbling us with goriness and gratitude, the gamble of life knows its goal

Striding in voracious footsteps, the wheels of time carve their masterpiece with dainty strokes,

The brush of metamorphosis in its artistic flair, the dawn of newness in me it evoked.

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Glancing at the odyssey I encompassed, the radiance of magnanimity shined in its utmost glory

She was beholding the soul that once was engulfed in pain, now oozing with prowess to rewrite its story.

-HRIDYA SHARMA