chasing will-o-wisps

Chasing will-o-wisps
Fleeing feelings, elusive
Senses of déjà vu trips
Tinges, melancholy
Mind finally

On other side of somersault
Opened up to predawn’s assault
Unobtrusive rustles in stricken trees’
Obdurately clinging leaves
Night sky’s dark mauves’
not photoshopped tinting

sense of peace gradually
stole in adding further warmth
to already toasty quilt, enveloping
then arose to brew fresh masala chai
from scratch with cinnamon stick, clove
cardamom as askew(ed) righted


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