His phenomenal ways , his wondrous gait ,
surprised , amazed
with unknown , his occult ways
am illusioned or its a hallucination ,
I see the spring without season
a rainbow at midnight ,
dew drops in rain ;
is it a deception or delusion
an implausible , incredible
mist around me
I need some aid ;
fragments of my heart , the ebony
where could they have disappeared ,
the madness the fanaticism
freshness in the air
the impressions that speak of a presence
I can see a trail ;
can you turn around there's a reason ,
cant identify this place ,
am blinded by unusual prodigy ,
by this spectacular phase,
the musk that surrounds me
is there for a reason ,
find out till I bathe
while sun shine , while the moon is bright
in breathtaking wave ,
don't look at me for no reason
am petrified ,am afraid
of his unusual ways.
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