Tacit the crossroads traipsin' love is.
As the halcyon wave crashes someone's shoreline without any dogma of preamble and prelude..cause' it resides in placid chuckles, flickering pupils and in the ambiguity of beguilement got traced at the mere sight for what the eyeballs desiderate an eternity.
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Just how it syncs symphony of melody and melancholy, implicative it is as when solace seems to lie in someone's portrayal. Hydrangeas treasure to line the meadows of reverberation coalescin' a rover's crossroads abiding requisition, utterly how the four letters' vocable get delineated from slingin' words to a person portraying it all.
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Certainty lies when an azure,
of limelight folded up into moonlight
sunk off the sea..
glazin' red dawns rose
galaxies shifted,
just for the one
to gaze the shimmer that sight has,
Amidst the time ceased to exist for a while..
the dyin' seconds frozen like petals of orchids
touched by autumn frost crossing miles!
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