For all in the colossal Universe it was simply a shriveled pathway of; deadened twigs and incongruously mangled leaves,
But for me it was more sacred than all holiness majestically circumscribing the atmosphere; as her divinely feet had blissfully walked upon it; just an instant ago.
For all in the gigantic Universe it was simply an inconspicuously waif stream; ludicrously drying as the austerity of the midday Sun increased even an infinitesimal trifle,
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