At the brittle terrain I am coming to avoidance
On that silent day, I found a attune periphery
Glow with the moon,
An epigrammatic consorting the magnum opus
In soul
A terse stiffens one red endeavour
At sphere’s soilless pursuit,
Hymned about the river
A green emerald life of human was sung
Distorted whirling a flaming picturesque, it was me who fell
Verge by time, purged by sins.

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