Many missed for each dew caught ..
Many lost for every gist sought ..
To savor in the moment ..
Lot better than skimming a lot ..
To feel an art ..
is not just patches of blot ..
To contemplate ..
is not a kiddy chit chat ..
To live is to dive deep ..
Until you get lost ..
Bought a chase with tons of wandering forfeit..
Got a story by the end of day to dream all night ..
Like you wouldn't believe , I have this feeling of sprite ..
Switching senses to keep me uptight .
Knitting a thought at every right beat ..
knowing the right chord in my own web of debate..
Everyday like a swell of all past ..
Of all the clouds, a moon round and robust ..
Superb poem...
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