Astride the dark cloud’s fringe of despair
Beguiling dreams gleamed like lines of silver,
Created dream-drenched wings of birds of desire,
Driven by the winsome winds through the rainbow flair,
Enchanted they entered the sunburst horizon of rapture.
Flock of these birds flew en echelon patterned,
Glided across my mind, the lyrical design I discerned,
Hovering on the rhapsody of delight...
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