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I loved writing poems or stories. Little did I know that there was a beautiful poem written for me. The poet being the almighty himself, there is no question about plagiarism. It was not so long ago that I was captivated by the luminosity of this masterpiece. The figure of speech is flawless in this poem. Sometimes like a fireball. Otherwise like a piece of gold. At times, I thought it was nothing but the evening star. Did I get it right? May be I guessed it wrong. It could be the morning star as well. When it glows, I am thrown into a whirlpool of myriad dreams. Hats off to the creator. Whether he related the subject to dusk or dawn or the golden daffodils – I am confused. The poet might have intentionally given this chameleon effect to his masterpiece. Some authors are like that. They often like to leave things to the readers imagination. I could just leave a sigh and say 'Well, God knows'. Needless to say that I was bewitched by the metaphors. Never seen such a prepossessing poetic diction before. Surely the author has meandered to get the rhetoric elements right. However I am sure that this creativity would not stand the test of time like other poetic masterpieces. Otherwise the inevitable should remain uncertain. Ok, now let me stop being circumlocutory. Girl! Whenever I read between your eyelashes I could see the most beautiful poetry ever written. And when you adjust your hairstrands I know that you have seen me smiling at you. Like the paperbacks protecting the pages of all uplifting poetic expressions, I should Thank your eyelids for protecting this masterpiece day and night.