The silent waters cascading from the rhymes pour upon the beautiful terrain gardening them soaked under an esclipse bath of painted colours draped in sheer fabric of satin that swoons over the epitaph of myriad caressed lips that sanctifies the being that is thatched to questions answered in its finite duress of solitude
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