June 21, 2025

My Glory.(Quasidar without quotations)

And this 
glory 
a
burning heavenly 
moisture 
downpour startling ridden of empyrean 
heights summoned 
clings to my girdle,
the beautiful promises
of golden hills 
falls on my 
navel
belly- aching
I left myself 
speechless in the smithereens 
a belly laugh 
though a
wanderlust 
gallivanting raptured with my beautiful dreams 







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