A dull surface,lacking vibrancy,

devoid of potency/vibrancy,


not knowing though,

from far away,somehow,

a deep twinge aroused,

as if all that was buried,

stored/diverted to trash,


stoked few amber,

as if ash bubbled up,

before cinders consigning to fate,

yet twinge belatedly erupted,

wasn’t as intense,

as may be in heydays of crater ,

a penultimate delight,

rather conjuring to,

carry forward.

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