Flickers in the flame of fancy,
bejeweled shimmers in vanity's glow,
guttural whispers incarnate in the mind
are cerebral windmills turning to winds of inner twine.
Candle flares upon mental tapestry
eyes through bias spectacles
craft the vivid caricatures from within.
Truth turns mannequin in philosophical dress shop
fashioned by the season of our whims.
Mirages blur with silhouettes
sunset cast in hues reclaimed from rationale's well,
poured fourth as conviction's canvas,
brush by the strokes born in one's soul
where the hollows of the heart echo
what in the veins is our gold.
Day weds to night in chains of preponderance,
fire stoked by hour's kindling
gives vision its sight,
experience laced with mistress of one's light
becomes the beacon for one's steps.
Gold trophy winner
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