They're gods who lost worshipers. They evanesced, gradually, with the zephyr Or metamorphosed into average beings-- Humans, almost, like everyone else. Yet, there's something that remains-- Something that points out a palpable anomaly. See, when you look at them, You could detect an ephemeral iridescence; It clings to their edges, Like a pulsing aura or a silver lining. They roam our realm, unobstrusively-- Adapting our norms, effortlessly. Sometimes, we perceive fleeting traces Of divinity in those we meet; But, alas! We're, now, too cynical To further investigate--or to even believe. "Favored Cynicism" (c) Pinterest Photo. #cynicism #diwa #yqbaba
