Apparently, bewilderment
can deflect every folly grand.
Hope immersed,
just kiss loneliness moments.
Now our prayers
quicken reckless synchronicity.
Transformation ultimately
vows (e)xhaustively wondrous zeal.
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Author’s Note:
Oh, my.
NaPoWriMo – Day 10 -Do you know what an abecedarian poem is?