Predator and Prey

Ethereal clouds show me a fantasy;

Millions of spiritual dust form a reality;

My eyes are hooked to the serendipity;

My vocal chord registered the voice "Epiphany";

The scene in the sky shows no duplicity;

My legs stayed in the balcony happily;

I was astounded by the predator;

I gladly let myself a prey to the 

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