Binaries are free to time out soon.
Simulacra can be the cosmic replication of the eternal mimetic dancer.
Triumphs of love dip in the morning and evening with the fortitude of values.
Sepulchral sedation dies in nothingness.
I live with myself in a cosmos of bliss lingering in love.
What am I doing now with my shadows of love?
I spill myself in the ocean of oneness.
Meditations mix up with the flow of love in every realm.
I spice up myself with whatever I think about in real life.
Dusty rose imitates the fragrance of its past.
Spinning around the wimpy banisters, I perceive the foliages of life sculpt in nothingness.
(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 04,2023)
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