If one in one constitute the perfect oneness
To define the serpentine glory strewing ugliness
Of costumed shadows on night overhead
For paving the smother passage welcoming ever.
Here words after words with boldness of colours
Tampering the chastity of hearts with flavours
Denied to the billions bolting the orchard for commons,
Ceaseless parleys of glitters in hallowed dreamland
With painted eyes conquering the shallow diffidence
In greater pride of scent having dungeon descent.
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