Drenched

And in a flare of a moment,
I was gliding upon his sky,
Bemused  and evasive,
Like a vibrant butterfly,
I sought the trail of his soul's nectar,
In the honeyed drizzle of which,
I now repose drenched........

(c) S.S

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