Sometimes, into the evening-stream,
The sunset-léas, wash its brushes,
Forlorn birds, smear the rays,
On falling feathers, down on grasses...
Nomadic fragrance, petal's wavering,
Sprouting seeds, life is blooming,
Wonderlusts in earthly depth,
Flourish through time, her leafy vortex...
Glaring at the faint cacophony,
She sighs over through slategrey ocean,
Chilliad tries, thousand laments,
Proud deceiver, still pretends ...
Ever you stepped into lavish symphony?
Where fusing lithe, she sings irony...
You're a child of her, her age-old sinner,
Nearer than time, though apart forever...
Bleeding asthete, echoing past,
Eterns the flare of moving pleasure,
You're born out of luxuries, woven in nature,
With sunken blessings, her archaic lover...
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