Seraphic Scene Extant

The long journey of the slithering stream on the languid lap of pensive plateau, meandering montage in ebony melancholy of forlorn forest, flows on contorted contours of languishing leaned land at cataracts askew. The vibrant visage of fantasy flight of fluidized swan feather, serenading in monotone, resonates in the silence of verdant emerald, the tune of tranquil time ripples with the echo of ethereal euphoria. The aquatic flow of fizzy champagne surge, dancing with the cadence of esoteric ecstasy in sculpted split course around obdurate boulders, deposed defiant with mesmeric malachite glow, amidst patina of plants, drenched by the drizzle of the setting scarlet sun in the sequined sky, illumines the mystique mist of diaphanous drape, rising slow as suspended strata, unlayered exaltation lifts the shroud of sorrow from the austere alcove of my amorphous anguish, makes me revere the seraphic scene, the effervescent extant, timeless…