Under the open sky with blue moon in bosom rear
Earth appears unnaturally exquisite along the soothing air,
The late afternoon rain has finer apparel dust settled
And the grassy surface gleaming with rain drops inviting.
The place solitary although enticing the habitable assurances
Curtails still the lovely hours with uneasy sitting amid tremors,
Timid feelings with fragile underneath self seeking subsiding
Towards abyss new found recalling all the spontaneity enliven
To mollify our souls more and more with caressing
disappointments
Dredging all what virtuous and noble looking ignoble upon the moral wreckages.
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