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The Magician's Trick


Flames of orange

Burst beyond azure awning

Diffusing white fumes

Engulfed the muse in a swift embrace

A cacophony of sounds

Set the ambience; rousing

I looked on exhilarated

As the act played out

The muse metamorphosed

From night to day


  1. "The muse metamorphosed", oh wow what a beautiful line :)

  2. Wow! I second Soumya. What a brilliant line that is!

    1. Ha! Sid, coming from you, this means a lot! thanks so much :-)

  3. Have to agree with the comments above... wonderful imagery. Was sitting here imagining it for a minute.

    1. Now, I'm definitely getting heady with such comments. Thanks a lot, Roshan! It's good to have you at my space :-)

  4. What a wonderful visual treat! and great lines too!

  5. felt like watching one of Dynamo's trick. Beautiful imagery. :D

    1. Wow..thank you for the lovely comment, Rajlakshmi! <3

  6. Vivid description. Bright and brilliant

    1. So glad you liked it, Ruby..thank you! :-)

  7. So vivid and poetic! Nicely done. ♥

  8. Your way with words is something, Uma


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