Moon ready with the sparks.
By moon a relieve divine
A siesta succeeding the shine.
The mountains kiss
The black mist.
Clouds roar
Gently pour.
In the pursuit of the bole
Are branches, their inner soul.
Spirits of the waves high
Smoothly river glides by.
In the breeze grasses sway
Kindle kisses and glide away.
To demonstrate it once more
Vigour, oomph and tempt in store.
Mollified is the sapless valley
A fertile galeas smites its alley.
The stalk flower fondles
Savouring strokes is the frozen peduncle.
The earth___
Yearning for the pour.
Crave for the waves,
The dry shore.
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