Sun vows the manifesto,
Panache strikes eternity.
So the dreams, so the breath.
Never knew breeze tickles the lifeless,
Narrows one vision, builds the heaven,
Scents the jasmine, prints the child.
Welcomes to the world of pio.
Meditating teeny-weeny eyes,
Uncoloured brows, ever down eye lids,
Brings the lazy lashes to fort,
so the unrivaled beauty.
(To be continued)
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