Morning teardrops entangled with night’s narrative Visible clarity bemuses the heart; it’s difficult to know the truth What conspired during the rendezvous?  Moon had been shy and distanced by shades of melancholy  Lustreless Nacre floated between strings of clouds Sunlight tries to arouse the soul and seek an explanation Fog is a riddle unsolved, feeble hands of rays tries to erase doubts Morning infused with … Continue reading Secret Rendezvous