Conceit in twilight

A poetry concocts with some selected words, nicely sequenced

How can I accomplish precise words whenever my life was not accomplished

Rushes in neurones ……

Listening coronach coming into my ear from far

Who cries?

Diaphanous vision, dreary time…never enfeable my journey

Once,perhaps, I was a girasol!

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