In an unfolding poetic hymn of yours,
I will be the poet, with zealous zeal,
A Sky, unwrapped the horizon of yours,
while, I was a lonely, soaring seagull
Running brook of yours had a murmuring sound,
though, tranquil water touched mine
Within the rainy season,and your riverine landscape,
I will be the estuary, rushing to a...
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