Caught me napped,
it approached, tinged & then freed me from the shackles,
Stopping me to fly, across the horizon in the sky;
With half naked eyes, roving in mirage,
For which I longed to be in, until it horrifies;
Hand they shake, leaving just wave,
Thronging in mind, the fantasies,
Driving my impulses.
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