Poem 33 || Euphoria
I punched my fists,
In utter delectation,
Waving them proudly in triumph
I shrieked at the top of my very lungs in ecstasy,
Frolicking in felicity
My world seemed to have been just lighted up by millions of stars;
And gone was my haunting scars,
Now only of bright colours,
No longer dull
My overwhelming exuberance,
Had no bounds,
For I had been intoxicated with pure exultation
Tears of gratification,
Sprang to my eyes
I had been catapulted cloud nine,
Soaring high in the ethereal sky,
Gliding free,
As euphoria clogged my arteries.
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