peril: something that is very dangerous
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thinking about those antique years
defined as the another golden
realm of my self
it leaves a pitiful, yet longing
smile on my moon face
someone who was realistic
taking every aspect of possibilities
soberly,
who was never the one to talk back, like echo cutting through
sharp edges of glass
mixture of innocent and everything
to be envied
living in future more than kohinoor
moments

deciphering through my present
mysterious aura
full of mistakes and recklessness
the one who plays with lethal fire
yet never ending up with regret
thorns of impulse,
breath hitched moments
times filled with
unquestioned happiness in its bittersweet format
leaving a glimpse of failures or achievements altogether
dreams of realistic goals
adorned with battle scars on my hearts, conquered forevermore

a self which reveals my true self
like a white pulp behind wild coil of coconut 
however monstrous quakes will arrive which will stay strong
both living as better half of each other
neither fading or disappearing
true combination of summer, wildflowers and orange oak leaves

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