The Wander
The air chaste and vistas pristine,
in a kind of make believe
Nearly same, not much dissimilar to,
what often I would perceive
Unspoken when can be heard aloud
and untouched distinctly felt
Where veiled is vividly visible
even unscented noticeably smelt
Farewells devoid of sorrow
while meet ups full of exultant joy
It all seemed a bit amusing
to watch each to the brim enjoy
poem by Sunny Chopra
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