A jester's paradise

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TheBestToReads   A JESTER'S PARADISE "  T he moon that soothed my iris, has now begun housing a mole. Shattered it is too and fro, condemned to abore  never desired to attain, just longed to adore. Alike the settling fog brimming the petals, staining my soul in deceptive ripples. That pale daffodil that bloomed you wish, has further blanched with the residue of your kiss. Cunning of a seasonal VIBGYOR , a mere illusion. Abstract of a mist, fallacy to be in a tryst. Fading it is in whiteout, often rains , Notwithstanding the endure, draining in pain.  Once possessed be eternally owned. Tough it is in perplex, move on. Gone is gone, best come your way to grow, Remember darling you've lost me forever though."   By- Kaushal Naik
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