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The splendorous span of my fervent firmament, twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, where my yearning gleamed with transparent tinge, suffused with the sequins of the silver moon, sequestered within the stream of stardust. The beguiling breeze rippled in mesmeric moonbeam, with its cadence my heart beat danced, made the mystique motif of rapturous jewelry for my dreams to be embellished, and for my life to revolve in the kaleidoscope of joy. I dreamed of your ductile touch so tempting, impregnated with intangible charisma, until you drifted away out of my entranced essence, across the seraphic sky of my dream, like the fading autumn cloud of shapeless charm. From the ebony edge of the dusk of despair, the surging storm with thunders of tearing strife, splintered the fragile facade of the sky, and the shards of the demolished dreams, dispersed in the debris got buried in the sands of time. Trudging the weary path in the tawny wilderness to the cool cauldron of the tranquility thicket, I now try to absorb the senile sense of serenity, in the niche of my mind I strive to stow, create in my colorless heart an emerald meadow. I walk the final mile of the ordained journey, in the remaining hours of the twilight glow, I illumine the dark domain of memory where the lost lies. Waking up from the transient trance of deceased dreams, metamorphosed, I live another day, mocking the dead.

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Mocking the Dead

The splendorous span of my fervent firmament, twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, where my yearning gleamed with transparent tinge, suffused with the sequins of the silver moon, sequestered within the stream of stardust. The beguiling breeze rippled in mesmeric moonbeam, with its cadence my heart beat danced, made the mystique motif of rapturous jewelry for my dreams to be embellished, and for my life to revolve in the kaleidoscope of joy. I dreamed of your ductile touch so tempting, impregnated with intangible charisma, until you drifted away out of my entranced essence, across the seraphic sky of my dream, like the fading autumn cloud of shapeless charm. From the ebony edge of the dusk of despair, the surging storm with thunders of tearing strife, splintered the fragile facade of the sky, and the shards of the demolished dreams, dispersed in the debris got buried in the sands of time. Trudging the weary path in the tawny wilderness to the cool cauldron of the tranquility thicket, I now try to absorb the senile sense of serenity, in the niche of my mind I strive to stow, create in my colorless heart an emerald meadow. I walk the final mile of the ordained journey, in the remaining hours of the twilight glow, I illumine the dark domain of memory where the lost lies. Waking up from the transient trance of deceased dreams, metamorphosed, I live another day, mocking the dead.