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Your aura is consistently
brewing in my intractable mind
need I say I am drenched in it?
the day I met you, and it is so recent
like the flower that has bloomed 
in this spring of transcendence
the beating heart and the soulful parleys
co-existed, at least for me, in those three hours
the beguilement of your demeanor 
and the insights of your innocence
it is all embedded in the cells of
my prefrontal cortex, refusing to vanish,
reluctant to let-go
I cannot detach your thoughts
from my current state of
meditative nonchalance
and that is how it has to be
as a strain of Sun 
touches the feet when I write this
at the cusp where the departing winter morning
seduces in its spell
I can't help but smile
and close my eyes
I am smitten in a most undiscernible way
It is subtle in many ways,
definitely profound from another version of
my own truth
and there are few side effects
my intellect has become more illuminated
and I am charmed into new 
horizons of hope
I cannot really explain this so simply
maybe the words could expunge real thoughts
or they would titillate
the interlocution
of my heart and the mind

   

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