I don't feel the compulsion to write too, but I experienced a surge of emotions, yet unlived.
Of being revealed of my poverty, yet of my plentitude!
The misplaced ego gets amply quelled when a brighter, more powerful and compelling luminosity shines upon it.
It is left bare, pared of its sheen, in utter submission.
The glow is mesmerising to a point of rapture.
The realisation that you are yet discovering it explodes the possibilities of it, that be.
That it chooses to be just as attracted by you is befuddling.
You are just glad that it was you.
Of being revealed of my poverty, yet of my plentitude!
The misplaced ego gets amply quelled when a brighter, more powerful and compelling luminosity shines upon it.
It is left bare, pared of its sheen, in utter submission.
The glow is mesmerising to a point of rapture.
The realisation that you are yet discovering it explodes the possibilities of it, that be.
That it chooses to be just as attracted by you is befuddling.
You are just glad that it was you.
That you found such a place to be where the moon struck,
Where the beam illuminated your being, of which yet unaware
Where moments; countable, satiate
When having felt the glow, you have found that you have come to life
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