A Sublime Dance

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Soft sunrise, as if stage spotlights

shining through a ballet of cotton clouds,

swathed waves of hills as if props

on a stage – with the blue backdrop of sky:

even as the silver lined Kanchenjunga

like a blonde sensuous young woman –

wearing a diamond necklace;

danced in the tender chilly breeze,

with my sight caught in the light

of her earrings and eternity bangles –

infusing in me – her forest fragrance.

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