French Leave.


Like to fly away unnoticed,

Like to sink deep unobserved,

Like to pass  away unaware,

Like to slip off unseen.

 

 

The likes might  sound  as oddities,

Yet they are my wishing realities,

Releasing an  escapism  amidst trivialities,

 By embracing wholeheartedly the infinities.

 

 

It is a  French Leave,

It  is  above the sleeve,

Nothing much to grieve

Very  much dissimilar to a believe.

 

 

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