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My infancy was the time for imagining your unique beauty As the saprophyte danced in the magical fountain of ambiguity You ingenuously stole my pulverized heart with your duality Your ironware, I mean those muscles, were more than fruitful Just like inner potency to inspire my spirit; they were my infinity Because the dancing spirits obliquely touched me as I sat there in a tree Dacoity imbued their roaming minds until they were ultimately free And once I became as diametrical as the tides, I traveled across the sea Let's take a kiosk to the dutiful trees that enchant me Otherwise, the spirit within us will conically Travel to an extraterritorial place which has yet to be freed Like the uncombed hair of an angelic weeping willow tree With its wild gamekeeper who keeps score of my latent thoughts Such quandry thoughts will never cease to amaze me, verily It's better not to be complacent about the future that humans will face An annuitant flower bud will grow and expand our shared, ancient garden Such flowers will invoke the threader in our imaginative minds Your skin silkily makes everything resolve itself for me so that I finally smile And you make peace with the challenges that prevail all the while Because you're the one I love, the one whom I'd not beguile. Your name evokes perfection All the while, my beloved connection