|It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.|
Beyond infiltrating radiant beams, lies a mystical sky;
Covered in awry patterns that wry.
Garbled aerosols with zephyr went raveling;
What felt like a fractal, all that revere went quenching;
A ruddy new sun rising beyond the horizon;
Letting go off those days as all were bygone.
Learn from the past, is that's what's doctrine?
Plausible it may be, let's glide-by with a smile that's benign.
PS: No matter how much we resist, it is the human nature that we end up holding-up on memories of bygone era. However, in that time we forget to welcome the new sunshine that comes with a new day.