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Chrysanthemum
Ah, a longing for flying, the fervent sun
mirrors the brave, coarse grass.
The unbroken, fine thread of a stork
spins into a beauteous, sparkling
rivulet.
Residing the sunless day in the
precipitous greenery and
caressing it, it will be
absolutely ecstatic.
An ardent spring of a burning
candle walks like a spooky
tomorrow.
Unfurling the ultimate, overriding
aim may cross the blissful, tidal
creek.
In the realm of fears
the violet aspiration painted
like a fiery hill.
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Mulu Magdalinos
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