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Serendipitous Sometimes
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Life
Sometimes
the undisturbed tranquility of twilight hours
paralyzes life and every fading motive
with its sovereign emptiness.
Sometimes
the eloquence of silence captures me,
conquers any vestige of past pleasures,
even those fugitive memories of ephemeral bliss.
Sometimes
a waft of fragrant lavender
whispers its dulcet voice from neighboring gardens,
where children run to welcome summer.
Sometimes
I think of destiny and serendipity,
with languor in my eyes, in my quiet spirit,
where dreams as mirages expect miracles.
Sometimes
life flows downward
widening regrets, but I no longer cry.
I accept the splendor of inertia, its effervescent agony.
Sometimes
nightfall comes slowly
and remains indifferent about
a new day of sunshine promise..
