Pirouetting with autumn leaves,
Meandering through time and space,
I’m omnipresent, nestled in books, memories, and eaves.
I’ll malign when you fall from grace,
Shine on the temple, with glory,
When your mortal shell desquamates, come rest in my embrace.
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Mithila is a Financial Business Analyst but currently a stay-at-home mom to two tiny tots. A die-hard fiction fan, she has recently taken a plunge into writing poetry and short stories.
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