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Streaming Ganges Of The Saffrony~ Geoluhread Amalgam Dawns

an orange~ acrylic endless den
a june's burgeoning nascent dawn-

its crisp virgin airs'
a rarified rarity mix
breathes delicate in scents
of �half-bloom polleny~ hibiscus
& sacrificial~ shed white radii
of fantaish~ eyed night
jasmine Parijaat

iridescent sunbirds, chattery mynas
gheraoing crows & the loud peacocks
singsong a language~ less symphony

silence of this enflaming soul
trembles slightly in the ghastly
dissolving misty haziness veils

heart stills almost as if a non-existent
alien~ inherited vestigial elemental� �
to a sudden thumping back~ an umberllaed~
squeezing out blebby~ blown outgrown
massiveness.. in rounds of a serially merciless
ammunitional gundown - a beastly burst
of countlessly finesse diminutive dusts
in a blackly clotted to liquesce~ eruptive
bloodlets.. splattering from a deep
purging~ pull, �a drilly trilling pain �
in a (nu)clear explosion�

the only pure & the precise
gluing in ointmental antidote-

are the inexplicably springing in, a
sacred Ganges in prismatic deluge

tears of dawn

# 49 #ERULGCT

Written by summultima

(uma)

Published 9th Jun 2020

Author's Note

#49 # ERULGCT ..a lil flow of intense momentless moments... in the soul~ rinsing sacred sparkling dawns of June...personally the birth~ month that springs in emotional stirring depths & retrospects & hope & love & more �inexplicables... as tears & pure tears. All sacredness brims only in the sanctum of Love...Love is All.. You know, Robonoid.Love You & Du xx

Pic: web. 'The Lady of Shalott' 1875, by John Atkinson Grimshaw