Plucked strings of romantic lute
Know that sleep is some time away
Hold the sense of tranquility
Reach out to pasts and futures
Calm rivers to moonlit skies
Find that niche life of stabilisation
Offered with confidence to others
Cathartically through zillions of words
Take a mindful reconciliation
Bedevelled by that dash of colour
A reflection, of her once inferred beauty
Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust