Knowledge of paradise

I felt rain streaming from me

On an early morning

when lights of heaven started fading

Soft, rays of sun over the bedsheets

and the white daffodils

Promises of the days felt like a pendulum

A ticking

A moment

And the world vibrating under the indicible instant

A fugue ?

A beat ?

A crescendo ?

For a trembling point of bliss, or maybe The ?

Autumn rain started shaking the lilies

The void occured to me, stigma of isolation

But not this time, no

I couldn’t do it, in the evening wind

The waiting

Because I too desire knowledge of paradise

And I knew i was finally safe

now

through the coming nights

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