Where was the beginning?
The days of grinning
that vanished all so mistfully
at the wake of panic cruelly
that unjust or causefully
caught new sinning.

When was the beginning?
The warmth revealing
thyself, t'was untold carefully
exempt from expectations naturally
yet unfolding gracefully
a new kinning.

How was the beginning?
The heavenly gift of rejoicing
the unknown that's known mentally,
wilted away softly, pacefully,
such undistinguishably
coating new cunning.

What made the beginning
was left nowhere for searching
in dusted arrays of heartly
treasures forcefully
locked into cloves unreachably
zenith and nadir winning.

Why was the beginning
retreated to grave feeling
of uncontrollable drops flashfully
reminiscing the valley
of a hopefully
lost new inning.

Which was the beginning?
The still confused waiting
for a reply that gracefully
should rise, and end, responsibly,
the illusion that's known, probably
for the new singing.

#WritcoPoemPrompt93


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