Precious Pearls

In the silvery grey mist 
I sit by the hill slopes
Shrouded in tiny drops of dew
My senses lost with floating thoughts a few

I speak to him, he speaks to me
Me and my phantom
Far away from the maddening crowd
A fragrant valley of deafening silence

I glance around, my eyes explore
Everything brimming with hope
Lost I am, do not search for me
I today lay in peace

The world seems so futile
I doubt my existence
Where am I, Where should I be?
Time has paused, my moment is here!

I savor my floating expressions
I behold my moment, my precious pearls.

Rohit

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